Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue

The sane man skirts under the wind

But down here in the city of the lime lights

The fans of santa ana are witherin'

And you can't deny that living is easy

If you never look behind the scenery

It's showtime for drag lines

And bedlam is dreamin' of rain



When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin'

Palm trees are candles in the murder wind

So many lives on the breeze

Even the stars are ill at ease

And Los Angeles is burnin'



This is not a test

Of the emergency broadcast system

When malibu fires and radio towers

Conspire to dance again

And I cannot believe the media Mecca

They're only trying to battle reality, catch it on prime time, story at nine

The whole world is goin' insane



When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin'

Palm trees are candles in the murder wind

So many lives are on the breeze

Even the stars are ill at ease

And Los Angeles is burnin'



A clock that reads

The end of days

Shotgun roundabouts are bending in the haze



More a question than a curse

How could hell be any worse?



The flames are startin'

The cameras runnin'

So take warnin'



When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin

Palm trees are candles in the murder wind

So many lives are on the breeze

Even the stars are ill at ease

And Los Angeles is burnin'