[Intro]
                  
                  

[Verse 1]
             
Somewhere high

              
 in the desert

             
 near a curtai

        
n of blue
           
St. Anne's ski

              
rts are billow


ing
             
But down here 

              
in the city of

      
 lime lights
            
The fans of Sa

             
nta Ana are wi

thering
             
And you can't 

              
deny that livi

        
ng is easy
            
If you never l

             
ook behind the

   
 scenery
             
It's showtime 

         
for dry climes
            
And bedlam is 

            
dreaming of ra

      
in

[Chorus]
            
When the hills

             
 of Los Angele

              
s are burning
              
Palm trees are

             
 candles in th

         
e murder wind
         
So many lives 

             
are on the bre

eze
              
Even the stars

          
 are ill at ea

se
            
And Los Angele

        
s is burning

[Interlude]
                  

[Verse 2]
             
This is not a 

   
test
            
Of the emergen

             
cy broadcast s


ystem
             
Where Malibu f

             
ires and radio

  
 towers
            
   Conspire to

  
 dance again
             
And I cannot b

              
elieve the med

           
ia Mecca
              
They're only t

           
rying to peddl

    
e reality
             
Catch it on pr

             
ime time, stor

      
y at nine
            
The whole worl

             
d is going ins

      
ane

[Chorus]
            
When the hills

             
 of Los Angele

              
s are burning
              
Palm trees are

             
 candles in th

         
e murder wind
         
So many lives 

             
are on the bre

eze
              
Even the stars

          
 are ill at ea

se
            
And Los Angele

        
s is burning

[Interlude]
                  

[Bridge]
             
A placard read

            
s    "The End 

    
of Days"
             
Jacaranda boug

             
hs are bending

         
 in the haze
             
More a questio

          
n than a curse
             
How Could Hell

      
 Be Any Worse?
              
The flames are

   
 stunning
              
The camera's r


unning
         
So take warnin

g

[Solo]
        
        
        

                  

[Chorus]
            
When the hills

             
 of Los Angele

              
s are burning
              
Palm trees are

             
 candles in th

         
e murder wind
         
So many lives 

             
are on the bre

eze
              
Even the stars

          
 are ill at ea

se
            
And Los Angele

        
s is burning

[Outro]