M�tley Cr�e "Saints Of Los Angeles" |
Tonight, there's gonna be a fight So if you need a place to go Got a two room slum A mattress and a gun And the cops don't ever show So come right in Cuz 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 Well if you think it's crazy, you ain't seen a thing Just wait untill we're goin down in flames Chorus 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 Sippin at the Troubadour Girls passed out, naked in the back lounge Everybody's goin to score She's all jacked up, she's down on her luck You wan't it, you need it the devil's gonna feed it Don't cha say it's crazy, you don't know a thing Just wait untill 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 Solo Give it up, give it up 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 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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |