Santa Ana Winds

There ain't no one to blame
That we all look the same,
And it's maybe just the course of evolution
And it surely seems to me that predictability
Is quickly becoming something you can count on.

When all through the night
As the headlights shine so bright
And they're staring me down like I'm to blame
Rolling in and out of LA county
And they're calling out my name
They're calling out my name.

Oh at the end these Santa Ana winds are going straight to my head
When the sun comes up there won't be no tomorrow
In the valley of the dead, in the valley of the dead.

There ain't no skatin' by, we're all gonna die
No matter what the plastic surgeon told you
Should karma be the judge, 'cause she don't hold the grudge
Does she need a little helping hand?

When all through the night there's the moon that shines so bright
And it lights up the sheets on my bed
But tonight I'm gonna light that San Fernando with kerosene instead
With kerosene instead, with kerosene.

Oh at the end these Santa Ana winds are going straight to my head
When the sun comes up there won't be no tomorrow
In the valley of the dead,
in the valley of the dead, in the valley of the dead.[x2]