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 plague 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'