UK, the 51st state.
So many people, can’t express what’s on their minds, Nobody knows them & nobody ever will, Until their backs are broken & their dreams are stolen, & 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.
Here comes another winter, of long shadows and high hopes, Here comes another winter, waitin for utopia, waitin for hell to freeze over.
But the stains on the heartland, can never be removed, from this country, that’s sick, sad, and confused.
(Repeat and fade.)