Song | Just Like The USA |
Artist | Aztec Camera |
Album | Original Album Series |
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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 |