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Dec 8, 1998 · Brad Logan Lyrics: Here's a talented group of youngsters that call themselves Rancid / California sun has sunk / Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night / I was high on junk / And the...
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night. I was high on junk. And the warm winds of Santa Ana 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.
California sun has sunk<br>Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night<br>I was high on junk<br>And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel alright<br>Will every crimmin' hood make a bargain with the world<br>Seats are successive when you're shot to the curb<br>I spend my day in blindness, at ...
Brad Logan Lyrics. 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 alright. 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.
I spend my day in blindness, at night I get my vision. Dodgy, cause there are no one indecision. 'Cause it's wild, When it's Wild wild wild wild. (California sun has sunk...) 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!
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