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