Tonight there’s gonna be a fight, so if you need a place to go 
Got two room slum a magnum 7 gun, and the cops don’t never show  [bad word] right in cause everybody sins, [bad word] 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 
Redline trippin’ on a land mine, sippin’ 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 devil’s 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 
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