Bad Religion – Los Angeles Is Burning (Ukulele)

C                  C                                    F              C
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of blue

Am                           G
St. Anne's skirts are billowing

       C                         C              F      C
But down here in the city of the lime lights

       Am                              G
The fans of Santa Ana are withering

               C                     C           F  C
And you can't deny that living is easy

           Am                              G
If you never look behind the scenery

      C                    F    C
It's showtime for dry climes

        Am           G                 C     (C C F C)
And bedlam is dreaming of rain

Am     G   Am             G                 F       C    (C G Am)
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning

Am                  G                    F          C          (C G Am)
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind

               Am                    B
So many lives are on the breeze

               E                     Am
Even the stars are ill at ease

Am                           G   C      (C C F C C F C C F C C F)
And Los Angeles is burning

C         C      F C
This is not a test

           Am                              G
Of the emergency broadcast system

            C          C            F       C
Where Malibu fires and radio towers

Am              G
Conspire to dance again

           C         C                         F    C
And I cannot believe the media Mecca

                      Am                    G
They're only trying to peddle reality

              C            C      F           C
Catch it on prime time, story at nine

       Am                   G       C          (C C F C)
The whole world is going insane

Am     G   Am             G                 F       C    (C G Am)
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning

Am                  G                    F          C          (C G Am)
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind

               Am                    E7
So many lives are on the breeze

               Am                     F
Even the stars are ill at ease

Am                           G   C      (C C F C C F C C F C C F)
And Los Angeles is burning

                 F
A placard reads

                C
"The End of Days"

        F                         G                     Am
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze

             F                       G
More a question than a curse

                   C          G    Am
How could Hell be any worse?

                         F
The flames are stunning

                       G
The camera's running

Am     G   Am             G                 F       C    (C G Am)
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning

Am                  G                    F          C          (C G Am)
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind

               Am                    E7
So many lives are on the breeze

               Am                     F
Even the stars are ill at ease

Am                           G   C      (C C F C C F C C F C C F)
And Los Angeles is burning