Am G C
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night
C F
I was high on junk
Am G C
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right
C F
Will every ?crimmin' hood? make a bargain with the world
F C
Seats are successive when you're shot to the curb
C F
I spend my day in blindness, at night I get my vision
F C
Just because there was no other decicion
Cause it's wild When it's
C F
I get destructive outside obedience
F C
I'm no longer respected in this new transition
C F
I put into effect, my long time standard
F C
Disastrous living, disastrous living!
(Cause it's wild...)
C(strike
All right!