Brad Logan Rancid (Ft. Isaac Hayes)

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 warm winds of Santa Ana 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 blackness, at night I get my vision
Dodgy, cause there are no one indecision

Cause it's wild, well it's wild, wild, wild, wild

California sun has sunk
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Ana feel alright

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!

Cause it's wild, cause it's wild, wild, wild, wild