Brad Logan کے بول

California sun has sunk Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night I was high on junk And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right Will every crimmin' hood make a bargain with the world Seats are successive when you're shot to the curb I spend my day in blindness, at night I get my vision Dodgy, cause there are no one indecision Cause it's wild, well it's Wild wild wild wild I get destructive outside obedience I am no longer respected in this new transition I put into effect, my long time standard Disastrous living, disastrous living! All right!