Heartland

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
 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 their 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 their 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 it's 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
 Here comes another winter of long shadows and high hopes
 Here comes another winter, waitin' for utopia
 Waitin' for hell to freeze over
 The ammunition's been passed and the Lord's 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.
 This is the 51st state of the U.S.A.
 This is the 51st state of the U.S.A.
 This is the 51st state of the U.S.A.
 This is the 51st state of the U.S.A.
 This is the 51st state of the U.S.A.
 This is the 51st state of the U.S.A.
 This is the 51st state–