Karaoké Saints of Los Angeles Mötley Crüe

Our Father who art in heaven

Hallowed be thy name

Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven

Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses

As we forgive those who trespass against us

And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil

Yeah

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 'cos 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

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 landmine

Sipping at the Troubadour

Girl's 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

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

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