Artist: south park
Song: brad logan - rancid
Album: Chef Aid
Year: 1998
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
