Brad Logan

California sun has sunk

Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night

I was high on junk

And the warm winds of Santa Ana feel all right

Will every crimmin' hood make a bargain with the world

Seats are successive when you're shot to the curb

I spend my day in blackness, at night I get my vision

Dodgy, cause there are no one indecision

Cause it's wild, well it's Wild wild wild wild

I get destructive outside obedience

I am no longer respected in this new transition

I put into effect, my long time standard

Disastrous living, disastrous living!

All right!