Letras: Motley Crue. Saints of Los Angeles. 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, 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
Crashin' stolen cars and sellin' souls
Settin' 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, goin' out swingin'
Like a midnight alley fight
Come on, come on, come on, come on bring it

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