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

Had by all

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 and come down on you