Candles in the Murder Wind

I hate to take the blame for a catastrophe, but the other day I had a sudden, random urge to listen to "Los Angeles Is Burning" by Bad Religion and so I did, about six times in a row, because it's a totally awesome song. The lyrics:

Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue
St. Anne's skirts are billowing
But down here in the city of limelight
The fans of Santa Ana are withering
And you can't deny the living is easy
If you never look behind the scenery
It's showtime for dry climes
And bedlam is dreaming of rain

Chorus:
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning

This is not a test
Of the emergency broadcast system
Where Malibu fires and radio towers
Conspire to dance again
And I cannot believe the media mecca
They're only trying to peddle reality
Catch it on primetime, story at nine
The whole world is going insane

[Chorus]

A placard reads,
"The End of Days"
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze

More a question than a curse:
How could hell be any worse?

The flames are stunning
The camera's running
So take warning

[Chorus]

Shortly thereafter, the hills of Los Angeles started burning. Oops! Sorry, Southern California. I had no idea that my musical tastes could affect reality, "Word Processor of the Gods"–style. But maybe Pete Carroll can smother the flames with bundles of asbestos-treated cash, or something.

Update 10/23. The awesome video for the awesome song: