Lyrics

Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue
St. Anna's skirts are billowing
But down here in the city of the lime lights
the fans of santa ana are withering
and you can't deny that living is easy
if you never look behind the scenery
it's showtime for dry clime
and bedlam is dreamin' of rain

When the hills of los angeles are burning
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 burning

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 prove 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 burning

A placard reads
"the end of days"
jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
more a question than a curse
how could hell be any worse?
the flames are stunning
the cameras running
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