The paper says it's gonna rain
And everyone has gone insane.
The Tinsel Town,
It's burning down.
Because of someone's big mistake,
So many heads have had to break,
And lives to take,
For goodness sake.
Big times, big lines, big signs,
Burning down.
High heels, show reels, blow deals,
Burning down.
Spago, rainbow, Rose Bowl,
Burning down.
Wheels are turning,
L.A.'s burning.

I can't believe what's going on.
They've 86'd all right from wrong,
Because their black,
They're fighting back.
And now that's someone big mistake,
The town where everything is fake,
And much desire,
It's all on fire.
Oh my.

South side, low rides, low tides,
Burning down.
Blue skies, drive-by's, hair dyes,
Burning down.
Gay moods, Quaaludes, hey dudes,
Burning down.
Wheels are turning, L.A.'s burning.
Wheels are turning, L.A.'s burning.
Wheels are turning, L.A.'s burning.
Wheels are turning, L.A.'s burning.
Wheels are turning, L.A.'s burning.