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Motley Crue Saints Of Los Angeles

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

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

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

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

I met her down at Marilyn's Grave, looking like an S & M slave, drinking like a fool with a prison tattoo on her cheek, Well i knew it would never last

They opened up the door to my insanity they should have slammed it shut right then and thrown away the key they stitched up my head from my lobotomy

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

Runaways in a van 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

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