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.