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Beneath the old iron bridges, across the victorian parks,
and all the frightened people running home before dark,
Past the Saturday morning cinema--
that lies crumbling to the ground,
and the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town.
I've come to smell the seasons change, and watch the city,
as the sun goes down again.
CHORUS
Here comes another winter, of long shadows and high hopes,
Here comes another winter, waitin for utopia,
waitin for hell to freeze over.
This is the land, where nothing changes,
the land of red buses and blue blooded babies,
This is the place, where pensioners are raped,
and the hearts are being cut, from the welfare state,
Let the poor drink the milk, while the rich eat the honey,
Let the bums count their blessings, while they count the money.
So many people, can't express what's on their minds,
Nobody knows them and nobody ever will,
Until their backs are broken and their dreams are stolen,
and they can't get what they want, then they're gonna get angry!
Well it ain't written in the papers, but its written on the walls
The way this country is divided to fall,
So the cranes are moving on the skyline--
Trying to knock down--this town
But the stains on the heartland, can never be removed,
from this country, that's sick, sad, and confused.
CHORUS
The ammunition's being passed, and the lords been praised,
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained,
All the bankers gettin sweaty, beneath their white collars,
As the pound in our pocket, turns into a dollar.
This is the 51st state--of the U. S. A.
(Repeat and fade.)
The
Heartland
Heartland
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Beneath the old iron bridges, across the victorian parks,
and all the frightened people running home before dark,
Past the Saturday morning cinema--
that lies crumbling to the ground,
and the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town.
I've come to smell the seasons change, and watch the city,
as the sun goes down again.
CHORUS
Here comes another winter, of long shadows and high hopes,
Here comes another winter, waitin for utopia,
waitin for hell to freeze over.
This is the land, where nothing changes,
the land of red buses and blue blooded babies,
This is the place, where pensioners are raped,
and the hearts are being cut, from the welfare state,
Let the poor drink the milk, while the rich eat the honey,
Let the bums count their blessings, while they count the money.
So many people, can't express what's on their minds,
Nobody knows them and nobody ever will,
Until their backs are broken and their dreams are stolen,
and they can't get what they want, then they're gonna get angry!
Well it ain't written in the papers, but its written on the walls
The way this country is divided to fall,
So the cranes are moving on the skyline--
Trying to knock down--this town
But the stains on the heartland, can never be removed,
from this country, that's sick, sad, and confused.
CHORUS
The ammunition's being passed, and the lords been praised,
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained,
All the bankers gettin sweaty, beneath their white collars,
As the pound in our pocket, turns into a dollar.
This is the 51st state--of the U. S. A.
(Repeat and fade.)
