Brad Logan - Rancid

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 alright

Well a crim it hurt
make a bargain with the world
she starts obessing when you
shot a little gun
I spend my day in blackness
at night I get my vision
the darkness comes
there is no indecision
cause it's wild

well, it's wild
wild, wild, wild

California sun has sunk
behind Anaheim hills here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Ana feel alright

I get distracted, outside opinions
I'm no longer respected in this new transition
I put it to a friend, my long time standing,
"Disastrous living! Disastrous living!"
Wild

cause it's wild
wild, wild, wild

California sun has sunk
behind Anaheim hills here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Ana feel alright

cause it's wild
cause 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 Ana feel alright

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 alright