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 Ana feel alrightWell 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 wildwell, it's wild
wild, wild, wildCalifornia sun has sunk
behind Anaheim hills here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Ana feel alrightI 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!"
Wildcause it's wild
wild, wild, wildCalifornia sun has sunk
behind Anaheim hills here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Ana feel alrightcause it's wild
cause it's wild
wild, wild, wildCalifornia sun has sunk
behind the Anaheim hills here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Ana feel alrightCalifornia 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