Maquiladora

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 Toyota burns rubber

Useless rockers from England

Good times, had by all

Just swallow your guilt and your conscience

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 on down

Oh baby, burn