Just Like the U.S.A. — текст песни (Aztec Camera)

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.