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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 center 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 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 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 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. This is the 51st state of the U.S.A. This is the 51st state of the U.S.A. ...