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 storm 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-spangled sailor suit, I'd be the pioneer by day, But I'm churning in neutral, turning in a circle, Just like the USA.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
