Saints of Los Angeles (Gang Vocal) - Mötley Crüe

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

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 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

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