So-called saints of 90210
Sunset Strip Sleaze Rock / Glam-Tinged Pop Rock, Big, swaggering rock energy wrapped in glossy pop drama. Crunchy, attitude-heavy guitar riffs collide with melodic hooks and stadium-sized choruses. The sound feels expensive, reckless, and a little trashy in a glamorous way. Verses strut with confidence and bite, choruses explode with sing-along excess. It’s rebellious, image-obsessed, emotionally loud, and soaked in late-night decadence. Think youthful arrogance, soap-opera intensity, and rock that smiles while breaking things.
So-called saints of 90210
Sunset Strip Sleaze Rock / Glam-Tinged Pop Rock, Big, swaggering rock energy wrapped in glossy pop drama. Crunchy, attitude-heavy guitar riffs collide with melodic hooks and stadium-sized choruses. The sound feels expensive, reckless, and a little trashy in a glamorous way. Verses strut with confidence and bite, choruses explode with sing-along excess. It’s rebellious, image-obsessed, emotionally loud, and soaked in late-night decadence. Think youthful arrogance, soap-opera intensity, and rock that smiles while breaking things.
Lyrics
Intro
Palm trees posing like they know my name
Chrome on the curb, everybody’s the same
Sun burns lies into golden skin
Welcome to the party where the trouble wins
Verse 1
Daddy’s credit card, midnight grin
Cigarettes hiding lipstick sins
We learned to drive before we learned restraint
Fast lanes teaching us what love ain’t
Jacuzzis filled with borrowed dreams
Promises snap at the seams
Everybody’s rich, nobody’s clean
We grow up loud, we fade out mean
Verse 2
Convertible hearts, no seatbelts on
We swear forever then we’re gone by dawn
Poolside prophets selling youth
Plastic smiles wrapped around the truth
Rumors ride faster than the cars
Everybody aiming to be stars
Kisses taste like hairspray and wine
We’re wasting time but calling it prime
Pre-Chorus
You say it’s just a phase
I say it’s all we’ve got
Living like tomorrow’s
Something we forgot
Chorus
Welcome to the hills where angels bite
Pretty faces picking every fight
Gold-plated lies in designer jeans
We’re too young to die, too rich to feel clean
Raise your glass to the beautiful mess
We want it all, we want it reckless
Love comes cheap, loyalty’s thin
This is how the rich kids lose their skin
Verse 3
Bathroom mirrors telling half the truth
Everyone afraid of losing youth
Diamonds dancing under dirty light
We look so good ruining our lives
Best friends turn to headlines fast
Nothing here is built to last
We burn bright, then we disappear
Chasing applause instead of fear
Bridge
If this town chews me up
I’ll smile while it bites
I didn’t come this far
To play safe every night
I’d rather crash loud
Than fade polite
If this is wrong
I don’t want right
Pre-Chorus
You call it shallow fame
I call it air to breathe
If I’m gonna fall
At least let them see
Final Chorus
Welcome to the hills where angels bite
Pretty faces picking every fight
Gold-plated lies in designer jeans
We’re too young to die, too rich to feel clean
Raise your glass to the beautiful mess
We want it all, we want it reckless
Love comes cheap, loyalty’s thin
This is how the rich kids lose their skin
Outro
Sunrise finds us still awake
Counting wins we never make
If this town breaks my name
At least it knew my face