Rancid - 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 Anna 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 blindness, at night I get my vision

Dodgy, cause there are no one indecision

Cause it's wild, When it's Wild wild wild wild



California sun has sunk

Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night

I was high on junk

And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right



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!



Cause it's wild, When it's Wild wild wild wild



California sun has sunk

Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night

I was high on junk

And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right



Cause it's wild, When it's Wild wild wild wild



California sun has sunk

Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night

I was high on junk

And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right



California sun has sunk

Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night

I was high on junk

And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right



All right!