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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The The
Performer
Matt Johnson
Keyboards
Tessa Niles
Background Vocals
Z.Manyika
Background Vocals
Warne Livesey
Background Vocals
Judd Lander
Harmonica
Louis Jardine
Percussion
David Palmer
Drums
Steve Hogarth
Piano
The Astarti String Orchestra
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Johnson
Composer
Warne Livesey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Johnson
Producer
Warne Livesey
Producer
Sir Barrence Clempson
Assistant Engineer
Barbara Milne
Assistant Engineer
Pete Woodroffe
Assistant Engineer
Mark Robinson
Assistant Engineer
Steve Reece
Assistant Engineer
Mimi Matt
Assistant Engineer
Jack Skinner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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–
Writer(s): Matt Johnson
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