lyrics

Grass is green at the edge of the bubble
Beautiful kids in beautiful trouble
Well, it all 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, had by all
Just swallow your guilt and your conscience
Blue and white birds stop and hide on the pedal
Interstate five walk straight down the middle

And it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you
Oh baby burn