LOS ANGELES BURNING
Greg Graffin, Brett Gurewitz

Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue
St. Anne's skirts are billowing
But down here in the city of limelight’s
The fans of Santa Anna are withering

And you can’t deny that living is easy
If you never look behind the scenery
It's show time for dry climes
And bedlam is dreaming of rain

When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
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 burning

This is not a test
Of the emergency broadcast system
Where Malibu fires and radio towers
Conspire to dance again

And I cannot believe the media Mecca
They're only trying to peddle reality
Catch it on prime time, story at nine
The whole world is going insane

When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
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 burning

placard reads "The end of days"
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
More a question than a curse
How could [bad word] be any worse?
The flames are stunning
The [bad word] So take warning

When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
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 burning