They're so bored with the USA    But there's 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 don't 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)       England's dreaming, I read the other day    Now they're having a nightmare that won't 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 it's not approved, it's choked before it starts    The rest is exported and then spat out       I'm in pursuit of that priceless moment    While eveyone's looking for the next big thing       All I hear now Is just a joke    Hey, sleeping beauty, it's time to go to work    Oh, it's fading fast and furious    What's next I am so curious    Rushing home to hear the apocalypse    It's from the sounds that I get my kicks    Hope these sonic blasts of TNT    Will once again mean something to me