Los Angeles Is Burning

If you never look behind the scenery
So, many lives are on the breeze

Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
This is not a test of the emergency broadcast system
The fans of Santa Ana are withering
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
Catch it on prime time, story at nine the whole world is going insane

Even the stars are ill at ease and Los Angeles is burning
A placard reads, 'The end of days'

And I cannot believe the media Mecca they're only trying to peddle reality
Even the stars are ill at ease and Los Angeles is burning

But down here in the city of the lime lights
So many lives are on the breeze
Where malibu fires and radio towers conspire to dance again
And bedlam is dreaming of rain
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
And you can't deny that living is easy

When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
More a question than a curse how could Hell be any worse?

So many lives are on the breeze
It's show time for dry climes
The flames are stunning the cameras running so take warning
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning