作词 : Michael, James / Ashba, Darren Jay / Frederiksen, Martin H. 作曲 : Michael, James / Ashba, Darren Jay / Frederiksen, Martin H. Tonight, there’s gonna be a fight So if you need a place to go Got two room slum, a mattress and a gun And the cops don’t never show
So come right in 'cause everybody sins Welcome to the scene of the crime You want it? Believe it? We got it if you need it The devil is a friend of mine
If you think it’s crazy, you ain’t seen a thing Just wait until we're going down in flames
We are, we are the saints, we signed our life away Doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway We are, we are the saints, one day you will confess And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
Red line tripping on a land mine, sipping at the Troubadour Girls passed out naked in the back lounge, everybody’s gonna score She’s all jacked up, she’s down on her luck You want it, you need it, the devils gonna feed it
Don’t you say, it’s crazy, you don’t know a thing Just wait until we’re going down in flames
We are, we are the saints, we signed our life away Doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway We are, we are the saints, one day you will confess And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
Give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up
We are, we are the saints, we signed our life away Doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway We are, we are the saints, one day you will confess And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
作词 : Michael, James / Ashba, Darren Jay / Frederiksen, Martin H. 作曲 : Michael, James / Ashba, Darren Jay / Frederiksen, Martin H. Tonight, there’s gonna be a fight So if you need a place to go Got two room slum, a mattress and a gun And the cops don’t never show
So come right in 'cause everybody sins Welcome to the scene of the crime You want it? Believe it? We got it if you need it The devil is a friend of mine
If you think it’s crazy, you ain’t seen a thing Just wait until we're going down in flames
We are, we are the saints, we signed our life away Doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway We are, we are the saints, one day you will confess And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
Red line tripping on a land mine, sipping at the Troubadour Girls passed out naked in the back lounge, everybody’s gonna score She’s all jacked up, she’s down on her luck You want it, you need it, the devils gonna feed it
Don’t you say, it’s crazy, you don’t know a thing Just wait until we’re going down in flames
We are, we are the saints, we signed our life away Doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway We are, we are the saints, one day you will confess And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
Give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up
We are, we are the saints, we signed our life away Doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway We are, we are the saints, one day you will confess And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
