Here it comes, Here it comes,
I can feel the hills exploding,
Exploding gracefully,
Burning up the freeway
Here it comes
Grass is green at the edge of the bubble.
Beautiful gets into beautiful trouble
And it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you.
Oh baby burn.....
Fast die younger
Burns rubber
Useless rockers
From England
Good times,
Hide behind.
Just swallow your guilt and your crutches.....
Blue and white birds stop and hide on the pedal
Interstate fire walk staright down the middle,
And it seems to fall out of the sky etc