| Song | Saints Of Los Angeles (Video Version) |
| Artist | Mötley Crüe |
| Album | Saints Of Los Angeles |
| Tonight, there’s gonna be a fight | |
| So if you need a place to go | |
| Got two room slum, a mattress and a gun | |
| And the cops don’t never show | |
| So come right in 'cause 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 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 | |
| Red line 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 devils 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 | |
| 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 |
| Tonight, there' s gonna be a fight | |
| So if you need a place to go | |
| Got two room slum, a mattress and a gun | |
| And the cops don' t never show | |
| So come right in ' cause 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 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 | |
| Red line 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 devils 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 | |
| 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 |