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 kids 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   Guitars, hard by all      Just swallow your guilt and your conscious   Blue and white birds stop and hide on the pedal   Interstate fire, walk straight down the middle      And it seems to fall out of the sky   And come down on you   Oh baby, burn