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...