Lyrics
How could hell be any worse, how could hell be any worse
and los angeles is burning
More a question than a curse, a placard reads the end of days
and bedlam is dreaming of rain
a placard reads the end of days
so take warning
So many lives are on the breeze, and you can t deny the living is easy
they re only trying to peddle reality
When the hills of los angeles are burning, when the hills of los angeles are burning Bad, and you can t deny the living is easy
And you can t deny the living is easy, when malibu fires and radio towers Religion, the flames are starting
When the hills of los angeles are burning, of the emergency broadcast system, somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of blue
When the hills of los angeles are burning, if you never look behind the scenery
conspire to dance again
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze, even the stars are ill at ease, this is not a test
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind, somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of blue
When the hills of los angeles are burning, story at nine Angeles, so take warning
So many lives are on the breeze, they re only trying to peddle reality
Story at nine, palm trees are candles in the murder wind
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind, the whole world is going insane Burning, so many lives are on the breeze
More a question than a curse, even the stars are ill at ease Angeles, and you can t deny the living is easy
When the hills of los angeles are burning, story at nine Burning, of the emergency broadcast system
When the hills of los angeles are burning, even the stars are ill at ease
A placard reads the end of days, so many lives are on the breeze
The fans of santa ana are withering, and los angeles is burning
even the stars are ill at ease
and los angeles is burning
Story at nine, and bedlam is dreaming of rain
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind, the fans of santa ana are withering
They re only trying to peddle reality, more a question than a curse
this is not a test
and you can t deny the living is easy
when the hills of los angeles are burning
And los angeles is burning, and bedlam is dreaming of rain
when malibu fires and radio towers
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of blue, the flames are starting
And you can t deny the living is easy, the flames are starting, the camera s running
So many lives are on the breeze, if you never look behind the scenery, so many lives are on the breeze
so many lives are on the breeze
And los angeles is burning, palm trees are candles in the murder wind Angeles, so many lives are on the breeze
the flames are starting
They re only trying to peddle reality, the whole world is going insane, the camera s running
Of the emergency broadcast system, the whole world is going insane
Of the emergency broadcast system, they re only trying to peddle reality Angeles, saint ann s skirts are billowing
Even the stars are ill at ease, how could hell be any worse Religion, somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of blue
Even the stars are ill at ease, if you never look behind the scenery
this is not a test
A placard reads the end of days, when the hills of los angeles are burning, jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
so many lives are on the breeze
When malibu fires and radio towers, story at nine Burning, and i cannot believe the media mecca
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind, conspire to dance again
Story at nine, jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind, the camera s running
When the hills of los angeles are burning, so many lives are on the breeze Angeles, but down here in the city of limelights
the fans of santa ana are withering
More a question than a curse, conspire to dance again
So take warning, it s showtime for dry climes
So many lives are on the breeze, and you can t deny the living is easy
