Introdução: C F 
 
C                                   F             
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a  
C 
blue, 
Am         C                 G 
St. Anne's skirts are billowing  
    C                            F    C 
But down here in the city of the lime-lights,  
Am                        G 
The fans of Santa Ana are witherin'.  
        C                         F  C 
And you can't deny that living is easy,  
       Am             C      G 
If you never look behind the scenery.  
C                 F    C 
It's showtime for dry climes,  
Am              G 
And Bedlam is dreamin' of rain.  
 
C F C 
 
 
 
C C/B         Am           G           F       C C/B 
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',  
Am             G              F      C 
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.  
 
Am Em 
So many lives on the breeze,  
Am C 
Even the stars are ill at ease.  
Am G 
And Los Angeles is burnin'. 
 
C F C 
 
C             F  C 
This is not a test,  
        Am             C   G 
Of the emergency broadcast system,  
     C                F     C 
When Malibu fires and radio towers,  
Am          G 
Conspire to dance again.  
         C                        F   C 
And I cannot believe the media Mecca,  
             Am        C               G 
They're only trying to peddle reality, catch it on  
C           F        C 
prime time, story at nine.  
Am                 G 
The whole world is goin' insane.  
 
C F C 
C C/B         Am           G           F       C C/B 
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',  
Am             G              F      C 
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.  
 
Am Em 
So many lives on the breeze,  
Am C 
Even the stars are ill at ease.  
Am G 
And Los Angeles is burnin'. 


C F C 
 
          F 
A placard reads,  
G#         C 
The end of days,  
F                  G              C  
Jacaranda bows are bending in the haze  
 
       F               G   
More a question than a curse,  
          C       C/B  Am 
How could hell be any worse?  
 
               F          
The flames are stunnin', 
            G  
The cameras runnin',  
 
So take warnin'. 
 
 
SOLO 
C C/B         Am           G           F       C C/B 
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',  
Am             G              F      C 
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.  
 
Am Em 
So many lives on the breeze,  
Am C 
Even the stars are ill at ease.  
Am G 
And Los Angeles is burnin'. 
 
C F C 


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