Tonight, there's gonna be a fight 
So if you need a place to go 
Got a two roof slum 
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, you 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 

Chrous: 
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 you 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