Electric Frankenstein

Theyre so bored with the USA
But theres always an ear turned our way
So frantic to find that rush again
But it looks like all the veins have caved in
They got manic street preachers with nothing to say
While their kids go begging on the tubeway
Trying to shine again with denim and suede
But all I really want is some radiohead
Sister Britannia dont disappoint me
You got to wake up and smell the coffee
Your melody maker is deaf, and . . .
You know who is the enemy (the NME)
Englands dreaming, I read the other day
Now theyre having a nightmare that wont go away
Where are those days of hope and glory?
Was it true or was it just another story?
We all know about the power of the press
Controlling what you know like the thought police
If its not approved, its choked before it starts
The rest is exported and then spat out
Im in pursuit of that priceless moment
While eveyones looking for the next big thing
All I hear now Is just a joke
Hey, sleeping beauty, its time to go to work
Oh, its fading fast and furious
Whats next I am so curious
Rushing home to hear the apocalypse
Its from the sounds that I get my kicks
Hope these sonic blasts of TNT
Will once again mean something to me
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