California

Can't you see the fires rise

To San Fernando Valley skies

What a sight

A comedy of panic and flight

As crows alight

On Indio and Mecca and Blythe

Now you're over, done

You're undermined

Last cigarette on the firing line

You're into the blue

You're out of mind

Now we have California

Can't you hear the sirens scream

On Sacramento's acrid breeze

Shakes the leaves

From Mendocino's rattling trees

As blackouts seize

San Bernardino down to its knees

I've seen those wraiths

Of Hollywood

Falling down in heaps

On La Cienega

I've seen them kneel

At the chopping block

All this blood and carnage

And me without a camera

Can't you feel the tremors now

In San Francisco's

Fragile ground

Now you're overdone

You're undermined...