Just one more of those 82 nights We were all cowboys ready to ride Fire the gun, turn your eyes to the sea Through that night, riding your trigger with me.
Your local station gives out the news "The sky is burning, in Malibu"
As the beach turns an ominous green Bathed in light from the shape in the sky We all tanned, in a new kind of sun Something's wrong and we're getting ready to run
Your local station knows what to say It's just a fuel burn so its o.k. Please hold the phone calls there's no more news It's just a skyfire in Malibu.
Pros to cons from diplomats-liars Words designed to tranquilize-fighters
Your local station screams out the news The sky is burning in Malibu Please hold the phone calls There is no need for alarm It's just a skyfire, skyfire burning in Malibu