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...