When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',

Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.

So many lives on the breeze,

Even the stars are ill at ease.

And Los Angeles is burnin'.













This is just a punk rock song

Written for the people who can see something's wrong

Like ants in a colony we do our share

But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there

And this is just a punk, rock, song!













cause i'm a 21st century digital boy,

i don't know how to live

But i got a lot of toys,

My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual,

My mommy's on valium,

So ineffectual,

Ain't life a mystery?













We've got the American Jesus,

See him on the interstate.

We've got the American Jesus,

He helped build the President's estate.