Words and music by Roddy Frame

Stuck in my beat suede shoes I can't wait,

Oh what a state to be in.

I need her heart and get a Jack-jones for my
sins,

She's gonna ditch that shining, sick machine

And be speeding straight my way.

But I'm churning in neutral, turning in a circle,

Just like the USA.

The secret is silver, it's to shine and never
simply survive

And don't swallow substitutes and never see
second prize.

'Cos I know that my might could change my mind,

And I'm told that by rights it's not my find.

I'd be a tribute to temptation in it's glory and
it's grave,

But I'm churning in neutral, turning in a circle,

Just like the USA.

The secret is silver, it's to shine and never
simply survive

And don't swallow substitutes and never see
second prize.

'Cos I know that my might could change my mind,

And I'm told that by rights it's not my find.

I'd be a tower to your highest hopes,

That no southern star could sway,

But I'm churning in neutral, turning in a circle,

Just like the USA.

I hear those rhyming bells and heed the words
they say,

And with a string of diamelles I'll steal her
heart away.

'Cos I know that my might could change my mind,

And I'm told that by rights it's not my find.

In my star-bangled sailor suit,

I'd be the pioneer by day,

But I'm churning in neutral, turning in a circle,

Just like the USA.