Beneath the old iron bridges   Across the victorian parks   And all the frightened people running home before dark   Past the Saturday morning cinema   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   Waiting for utopia   Waiting 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   Nobody ever will   Until their backs are broken   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's 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   Waiting for utopia   Waiting for hell to freeze over      This is the 51st state of the USA      The ammunition's being 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 USA