Lletres: Motley Crue. Saints Of Los Angeles.

Tonight, there's gonna be a fight
So if you need a place to go
Got a two roof slum
A magnum 7 gun
And the cops don't never show

So come right in
Cuz everybody sins
Welcome 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

[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 land mines
Sippin at the Troubadour
Girls passed out, naked in the back now
Everybody's goin to score

She's all jacked up, 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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus 2x]