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.