maquiladora
By Jon Kade

Here it comes, here it comes 
I can feel the hills exploding 

Exploding gracefully 

Burning up the freeway 

Here it comes 

 
 

I think this is metaphorical about one's world exploding. Or Thom watched Zabrieski Point one too many times. 

Grass is green at the edge of the bubble 

At the edge of the industrial zone, conditions look better than they really are. 

Beautiful kids into beautiful trouble 

Television spin control attempts to reinforce this positive image. 

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

Problems come from nowhere and explode the image of stability. 

Fast Toyota, burns rubber 
Useless rockers from England 

Good times had by all 

Just swallow your guilt and your conscience 

Blue and white birds stepping hard on the pedal, 
Interstate Five runs straight down the middle 

Driving provides an escape from the maquiladora zone, and lets those responsible for the conditions there forget about it. Also, a major product of the zones was cars.