Saints of Los Angeles

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!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it Yeah, all I ever heard as a kid Was "you're born to lose" All I ever wanted was a shot At breaking 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 Yeah, 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 Yeah, I'd rather be dead I'd rather be face down in the dirt With a bullet in my head I'd rather be dead Yeah, I'd rather be dead I'd rather be face down in the dirt With a bullet in my head I wanna waste 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 (It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it) Yeah, I'd rather be dead (It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it) I'd rather be face down in the dirt (It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it) With a bullet in my head Yeah, I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead Yeah, I'd rather be dead (It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it) Yeah, I'd rather be dead (It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it) I'd rather be face down in the dirt With a bullet in my head Yeah, I'd rather be dead (It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it) Yeah, I'd rather be dead (It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it) I'd rather be face down in the dirt With a bullet in my head With a bullet in my head

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

We were drinkin' dinner On th 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 anymore Everything's Dr-dr-drivin' me crazy I'm tickin' Like 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 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' l Lke time bomb And I'm about to blow What's it gonna take To make it In the city of sin And the decay of angels What's it gonna take To make it out of here

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Runaways in a van All go straight to Hollywood We'll leave a scar Don't give a damn Vandalize the neighborhood Do you remember when? We slept all day in our clothes but that's okay in Hollywood Another shot Another show All night long at the Whisky a go-go Do you remember when? We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun Living out our dreams 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 payed the rent While we got drunk on Sunset Strip And all the cash they made we spent On tattoos and cigarettes Do you remember when? We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun Living out our dreams 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 Oh we were throwing fights And we were gettin high Living out our dreams Down at the Whisky We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun Living out our dreams 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 Yeah Yeah Yeah......

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Tonight, there's gonna be a fight So if you need a place to go Got a two roof 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, you got it if you need it The devil is a friend of mine Well if you think it's crazy, you ain't seen a thing Just wait untill we're goin down in flames Chrous: 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 Sippin at the Troubadour Girls passed out, naked in the back lounge Everybody's goin to score She's all jacked up, she's down on her luck You wan't 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 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 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 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

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

I'm just a thorn in your side The disrespect in your eye I can't control myself I'm like the snake in your drain I'm taking over your brain 'Cause I can't help myself Every time I turn my head I hear everything I said I know they wish I'd go away Here I am again (Hey now hey now) I'm the Mutherfucker of the Year Here I am again (Hey now hey now) I'm the Mutherfucker of the Year Call me the jackal in heat The blackest cat in the street You better watch yourself A hand grenade with no pin A razorblade goin' in I'm goin' straight to hell Every time I turn my head I hear everything I said I know they wish I'd go away Here I am again (Hey now hey now) I'm the Mutherfucker of the Year Here I am again (Hey now hey now) I'm the Mutherfucker of the Year Here I am again (Hey now hey now) I'm the Mutherfucker of the Year Here I am again (Hey now hey now) I'm the Mutherfucker of the Year Here I am again (Hey now hey now) I'm the Mutherfucker of the Year

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

It kinda makes me wonder About the lovers that have been. Lyin on my bed with her hands tied up I knew it all along that it wasn't enough 'cus when I gotta taste of you I found somethin I can sink my teeth into It's the 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 the darker side of lust It's the other side of us It's the thing in you that feeds The animal in me The animal in me I wanna feel your last breath Before we suffocate A kiss you can't forget Like a wedding on a... The chills keep shootin' down the back of my neck Like a freight train poundin' in the pit of my chest 'cus when I got a taste of you I found somethin I can sink my teeth into It's the 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 the hurt that never heals It's the deepest cut you feel It's the thing in you that feeds The animal in me

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

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

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

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 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) 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 i'm not ok 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

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

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.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

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)

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Well, I opened up a bottle and I fell outta 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, somethin's start to stink Me and the band, we're startin' to fight 'Cause if we got along, it just wouldn't feel right 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 livin' 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 I been livin' on the road about a year and half If we go another mile, we're going to kick each other's ass Someone's gonna quit or someone's gonna die We don't give a shit 'cause we're busy gettin' high Another lawsuit, another arrest We wouldn't change a thing because we love it to death 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 (Hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey) We're the sons of the Devil, we're the blood on the stage You can love us, you can hate us but we'll never go away 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 (Hey, hey) We're the voice in your head We're the white trash circus, don't give a damn (Hey, hey) We'll steal your girl whenever we can (Hey, hey) We're the drunken gods of the living dead (Hey, hey) 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 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

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026

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

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025