Sons Of Bill - Santa Ana Winds lyrics

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)