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 ever show
So come right in, 'cause everybody sins
Welcome to the scene of the crime
You want it? Believe it? We've got it if you need it
The devil is a friend of mine

If you think it's crazy, you've ain't seen a thing
Just wait until we're going down in flames

(Chorus:)
We are, we are the saints, we signed our lives 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, tripping on a land mine
Sipping 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

(chorus)

(Guitar 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 x2)