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Lyrics (Saints Of Los Angeles)

9 dic. 2009

Saints Of Los Angeles:


L.A.M.F. :

Slithering towards the dream
All infected with the same disease
Awaiting your flesh to be cloaked in silver
As the fat rats grovel,
Ready to steal your innocence
And exploit your soul

Some will hit their knees
In a rancid act of desperation
While others search
For a hopeless god to save them
For every four, there will be
One hundred thousand fallen
Drowning in a cesspool of awareness
That they have failed
This city, full of plastic angels,
Will seduce you

Welcome to Los Angeles!

Face Down In The Dirt:

It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it


All I ever heard as a kid was "you're born to lose"
All I ever wanted was a shot at breakin' the rules


I wanna make a lotta money
But I don't wanna go to school
I don't wanna get a real job
I don't wanna be you


I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt
With a bullet in my head


Well,I ran away and pawned my soul for a switchblade knife
I Met a man from mars and a couple other freaks that night



I wanna take on the world
I wanna bang a million girls
I don't wanna wear a three piece suit
I don't wanna be you


I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt
With a bullet it my head


It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it

What's It Gonna Take:

We were drinkin' dinner on the sunset strip
The girls doin' powder got a little on her lip
It's just another night... Man I can't take this

Runnin' outta money and I can't pay the rent
The man at the label say we'll never write a hit
Shit... Man I can't take this

Everything's dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow

What's it gonna take to make it
What's it gonna take to make it
I'm a sorry mother fucker tired of livin in the gutter
Get Me Outta Here
What's it gonna take to make it
I'll do anything but fake it
What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take to make it here

So we wrote another song cut a demo on a dime
They didn't like the sound, we didn't fit the times
And the radio station said "it's way too loud"

We took it to the streets just to prove 'em all wrong
We knew we had it right, yeah, we knew it all along
It's just another fight...man I can't take this

Everything's dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow

What's it gonna take to make it
What's it gonna take to make it
I'm a sorry mother fucker tired of livin in the gutter
Get Me Outta Here
What's it gonna take to make it
I'll do anything but fake it
What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take to make it here

What's it gonna take to make it
In the city of sin and the city of angels
What's it gonna take
To make it out of here

What's it gonna take to make it here
What's it gonna take to make it here

What's it gonna take to make it
What's it gonna take to make it
I'm a sorry mother fucker tired of livin in the gutter
Get Me Outta Here
What's it gonna take to make it
I'll do anything but fake it
What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take to make it here

What's it gonna take to make it here
What's it gonna take to make it here
What's it gonna take to make it here
What's it gonna take to make it here
What's it gonna take to make it here

Down At the Whiskey:

We're runaways in a band
All roads lead to Hollywood
We'll leave a scar, won't give a damn
Vandalize the neighborhood
Do you remember when ?
We slept all day in our clothes
That's ok in hollywood
Another shot, another show
All night long at the whisky a-go-go


We were on the run
Got loaded like a shotgun
Livin out a dream
Down at the whisky
We never made a dime
But, God we had a good time
We always made a scene
Down at the whisky


LA girls they paid the rent
While we got drunk on sunset strip
And all the cash they made we spent
On tattoos and cigarettes
We were born to fight
And we were getting high
Livin' out our dreams down at the whisky

Saints Of Los Angeles:

Tonight there’s gonna be a fight, so if you need a place to go
Got two room slum a magnum 7 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

Redline trippin’ on a land mine, sippin’ 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

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

Mutherfucker of the Year:

I'm just a thorn in your side
The disrespect in your eye
I can't control myself

I'm like a snake in your drain
I'm takin' over your brain
'Cause I can't help myself

Everytime I turn my head
I can hear everything that's said
I know they wish I'd go away

Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherf**ker of the year
Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherf**ker of the year

Call me the jackyl in heat
The blackest cat on the street
You better watch yourself

A hand grenade with no pin
A Razor blade goin' in
I'm goin' straight to hell

Everytime I turn my head
I can hear everything that's said
I know they wish I'd go away

Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherf**ker of the year
Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherf**ker of the year

Solo

Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherf**ker of the year
Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherf**ker of the year
Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherf**ker of the year

The Animal In Me:

It feels like thunder
When we're slowly diggin in...

It kinda makes me wonder
About the lovers that have been

Lyin in my bed with her hands tied up
I knew it all along that it wasn't enough
'Cause when I gotta taste of you
I found somethin I could sink my teeth into

It's an ache that never heals
It's the deepest cut you feel
It's the thing in you that feeds...
The animal in me

It's the darker side of lust
It's the other side of us
It's the thing in you that feeds...
The animal in me
(Animal)
The animal in me

I wanna be your last breath
Before we suffocate
A kiss you can't forget
Like a wedding on a rainy day

The chills keep shootin' down the back of my neck
Like a freight train poundin' in the pit of my chest
'Cause when i got a taste of you
I found somethin i could sink my teeth into

It's an ache that never heals
It's the deepest cut you feel
It's the thing in you that feeds...
The animal in me

It's the darker side of lust
It's the other side of us
It's the thing in you that feeds...
The animal in me


**--Mick's Guitar Solo--**


It's a hurt that never heals
It's the deepest cut you feel
It's the thing in you that feeds...
The animal in me

It's an ache that never heals
It's the deepest cut you feel
It's the thing in you that feeds...
The animal in me

It's the darker side of lust
It's the other side of us
It's the thing in you that feeds
the animal in me
(Animal)
The animal in me

Animal in me...

Welcome To The Machine:

Step right up and listen
Welcome to the show
Sign on the x to sell your soul

It's so automatic
Hocking broken plastic
Royalties you'll never know

Rotting to the core
Give your ass like a whore
Once you take a hit
You need more more more more...

(Chorus)

Welcome to the machine
Once it sucks you in you'll never leave
Grind you up spit you out
After all you're just a piece of meat
Welcome to the machine

Count your days they're numbered
Where you gonna be
When it all goes down in flames
Sell out to the rats
Make em rich make em fat
Get a poison dwarf to watch your back

(Chorus)

(Chorus)


Just Another Psycho:

they opened up the door, to my insanity
they should've slammed it shut right then
and thrown away the key

they stitched up my head, from my labotomy
they should've never let me out
i'm public enemy

i'm not ok
i'm not ok
the voices in my head always say
--
[chorus]
i should be committed
but being so twisted
'cus everyone knows
i'm just another psycho

i went to the doctor
it wasn't a shocker
when he said i should know
i'm just another psycho
--
shoved into a hole
got covered up with dirt
that's no way to treat someone whose feelings don't get hurt
i don't need a reason
to hurt you just for fun
i terrorize your perfect life, yeah you better run

i'm not ok
i'm not ok
the voices in my head always say (voices in my head)

[chorus]

--Mick solo--

i'm not ok

[chorus x2]

Chicks = Trouble:

Rolls Royce shoppin',
Like a damn puppet,
Love my cash in Beverly Hills.

Gold Car Lover,
Hamptins watch my cover, *
Hoochie went and jacked up my bills.

Well I know I shouldn't say it, but truth be told,
I really thought that pussy was gold.

Chicks = Trouble,
You had it up again with your gift.*
Chicks = Trouble,
I always step right in,
I always step right in the shit.

Oh yea, I have a jet,
My balls are deep in debt,
And all she hears is cha-cha-cha-ching

But she was more,
A gold-digging whore,
Here come the lawyers again.

Chicks = Trouble,
You had it up again with your gift.*
Chicks = Trouble,
They'll kick you when your down in the ditch.
Chicks = Trouble,
I always step right in,
I always step right in the shit.

They never said I could catch this from a center fold,
I got it bad and the doctor said I should've known,
I should've known, I should've known.

Chicks = Trouble,
You had it up again with your gift.*
Chicks = Trouble,
They'll kick you when your down in the ditch.
Chicks = Trouble,
You had it up again with your gift.*

Oh you had enough?
You get what you give
Oh

Oh no.

This Ain't a Love Song:

I met her down at Marylin's grave
Lookin' like an S & M slave
Drinkin' like a fool
With a prison tattoo on her cheek
Well I knew that we would never last
Cuz we were runnin' from our criminal past
But none of that mattered
I was high and she was flattered by me

I had wine and 2-gram lines
To get inside her head
There was no need for roses
I just layed her down in bed

(Chorus)

This ain't a love song
This is a fuck song
Don't have to sing along
This ain't a love song
It's just a fuck song
Let's do it all night long

She didn't wanna look in my eyes
As we barreled down Mulholland Drive
Lookin for a place to suck a little face and get high
Suzy wouldn't call it love
She was good just givin' it up
All she really wanted was a little rock and roll tonight

She said turn it up so fucking loud
That I can't hear my mind
She bit down on the bedpost
And I watched Suzy grind

(Chorus)
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White Trash Circus:

I opened up the bottle and I fell out of bed
I couldn't find the floor until it hit me in the head
I did a little powder off the bathroom sink
It's been about a month and something's starting to stink
Me and the band we are starting to fight
Cuz if we got along it just wouldn't feel right

(Chorus)
We're the white trash circus...Don't give a damn
We'll steal your girl whenever we can
We're the drunken gods of the living dead
We're the voice, we're the voice
We're the voice in your head
We're the trash, we're the trash
We're the trash in your bed

Been livin' on the road about a year and a half
If we go another mile we're gonna kick each other's ass
Someone's gonna quit or someone's gonna die
And we don't give a shit because we're busy getting' high
Another lawsuit and another arrest
Wouldn't change a thing because we love it to death

(Chorus)

We're the son's of the devil, were the blood on the stage
You can love us you can hate us but will never go away...

Goin' Out Swingin':

Just a gang of four
Got each other's back
Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack


Tearin' up the world
Put ourselves through hell
Just to have a story we can tell


You can't stop us cuz' we're


Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin'
If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it
Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin
Like a midnight alley fight
Come on come on come on come on bring it


Local gutter rats
On the streets of gold
Crashing stolen cars and sellin' souls


Setting off alarms
Watch the system burn
Ain't it crazy how the tables turn


You can't stop us cuz' we're


Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin'
If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it
Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin
Like a midnight alley fight
Come on come on come on come on bring it

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