Interpret:

Mötley Crüe

Album:

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 never 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 


If you think it's crazy 
You ain't seen a thing 
Just wait until we're goin 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 


Red line, tripping on land mines 
Sippin at the Troubador 
Girls passed out, hangin in the back lounge 
Thinking everybody's gonna score 


She's 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 


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