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...) 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...) (California sun has sunk...) (Cause it's wild...) (California sun has sunk...) (California sun has sunk...) Alright!