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 100,000 fallen

Drowning in a cesspool of awareness that they have failed

This city...full of plastic angels WILL seduce you...

WELCOME TO LOS ANGELES....

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

[Chorus:]
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

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

[Chorus x2]

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

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

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

We're 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

When everything is dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow

[Chorus:]
What's it gonna take to make it
What's it gonna take to make it
I'm a sorry mother fucker tired of living 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
The radio station said "it's way too loud"

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

[Chorus]

[Solo]

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

[Chorus x2]

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

Do you remember when?

[Chorus:]
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 paid 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?

[Chorus]

We were born to fight
And we were getting high
Livin' out our dreams down at the whisky

[Solo]

[Chorus]

We were born to fight
And we were getting high
Livin' out our dreams down at the whisky

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
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

[Chorus:]
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
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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus x2]

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 can hear everything that said
I know they wish I'd go away

[Chorus:]
Here I am again
Hey now hey now
I'm the Mother Fucker Of The Year

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

A hand grenade with no pin
A razor blade going in
I'm going straight to hell

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

[Chorus]

[Solo]

[Chorus x2]

It feels like thunder
When we're slowly digging in
It kind of makes me wonder
About the lovers that have been

Lying in my bed with her hands tied up
I knew it all along that it wasn't enough

Cause when I got a taste of you
I found something to sink my teeth into

[Chorus:]
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

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

The chills keep shooting down the back of my neck
Like a freight train pounding in the pit of my chest

Cause when I got a taste of you
I found something to sink my teeth into

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

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]

[Solo]

[Chorus]

They opened up the door
To my insanity
They should it slammed shut right then
And thrown away the key

They stitched up my head
From my lobotomy
They should have never let me out
I'm public enemy

I'm not okay
The voices in my head always say

[Chorus:]
I should be committed
For being so twisted
Cause 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
Who's feeling's don't get hurt

I don't need a reason
To hurt you just for fun
I'll terrorize your perfect life
Yeah...you better run

[Chorus]

[Solo]

I'm not okay

[Chorus x2]

Rolls Royce shoppin
Vicodin poppin
Burn my cash in Beverly Hills

Gold card lover
Accountants run for cover
Gucci went and jacked up my bill

Well I know I shouldn't say it
But truth be told
I really thought that pussy was Gold

[Chorus:]
Chicks = trouble
Ya add it up and get what ya get
Chicks = trouble
I always step right in

I always step right in the shit

Yeah I have a jet
My balls are deep in debt
And all she hears is ch ch ching

But she wants more
A gold diggin whore
Here come the lawyers again

[Chorus]

I always step right in the shit

He never said I could catch this from a centerfold
But I got it bad and the doctor said I should've known
I should've known
I should've known

[Chorus]

Ya add it up and get what ya get

Chicks = trouble
You add it up
You get what ya get
Aww she gets half
Oh no no

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
Cause 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 laid 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

She didn't wanna look in my eyes
As we barreled down Beverly Drive
Lookin for a place to suck a little face and get high
Suzy didn'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]

[Solo]

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

[Chorus]

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 something's starting to stink
Me and the band we are starting to fight
Cause 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]

[Solo]

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

[Chorus]

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 cause' we're

[Chorus:]
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 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 cause' we're

[Chorus]

[Solo]

[Chorus]

When i get high
I get high on speed
Top fuel funny car's
A drug for me
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart
Always got the cops
Coming after me
Custom built bike doing 103
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart

[pre-chorus]
Oh, are you ready girls?
Oh, are you ready now?

[chorus]
Oh, yeh
Kickstart my heart
Give it a start
Oh, yeh, baby
Oh, yeh
Kickstart my heart
Hope it never stops
Oh, yeh, baby

Skydive naked
From an aeroplane
Or a lady with a
Body from outerspace
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart

Say i got trouble
Trouble in my eyes
I'm just looking for
Another good time
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart

[pre-chorus]

[chorus]

When we started this band
All we needed, needed was a laugh
Years gone by...i'd say we've kicked some ass
(fuck you!)
When i'm enraged
Or hittin' the stage
Adrenalin rushing
Through my veins
And i'd say we're still kickin' all that mother fuckin' ass
(fuck you!)

Ooo, ahh, kickstart my heart
I hope it never stops
And to think, we did all of this...
To rock

[chorus]

[solo]

[chorus]

Ok boys, let's rock the house

Kickstart my heart

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
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

[Chorus:]
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
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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus x2]