Just Like The USA Lyrics
| Song | Just Like The USA |
| Artist | Aztec Camera |
| Album | Walk Out To Winter: The Best Of Aztec Camera |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 its not my find | |
| I'd be a tribute to temptation | |
| In its glory and its 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 its 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 jackjones 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 its not my find | |
| I' d be a tribute to temptation | |
| In its glory and its 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 its not my find | |
| In my starbangled sailor suit | |
| I' d be the pioneer by day | |
| But I' m churning in neutral | |
| Turning in a circle | |
| Just like the USA |
| zuò cí : 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 jackjones 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 its not my find | |
| I' d be a tribute to temptation | |
| In its glory and its 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 its not my find | |
| In my starbangled sailor suit | |
| I' d be the pioneer by day | |
| But I' m churning in neutral | |
| Turning in a circle | |
| Just like the USA |
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