Maquiladora

Here it comes, here it comes

I can feel the hills exploding

Exploding gracefully

Burning up the freewayHere it comes

Grass is green at the edge of the bubble

Beautiful kids into beautiful troubleAnd it seems to fall out of the sky

And come down on you

Oh baby, burnFast, die younger

Burns rubber

Useless rockers from England

Guitars, hard by allJust swallow your guilt and your conscious

Blue and white birds stop and hide on the pedal

Interstate fire, walk straight down the middleAnd it seems to fall out of the sky

And come down on you

Oh baby, burn