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