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
Just because there was no other decicion
Cause it's wild When it's
I get destructive outside obedience
I'm no longer respected in this new transition
I put into effect, my long time standard
Disastrous living, disastrous living!
(Cause it's wild )
All right!