Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

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 dies younger burns rubber,
Useless rockers from England,
Good times, hide behind.
Just swallow your guilt and your conscience,
Blue and white birds stop and hide on the pedal,
Interstate 5 walk straight down the middle,
And it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you.
Oh baby burn...