Beneath the old iron bridges, across the victorian parks
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 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 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
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.
This is the 51st State of the U.S.A….
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 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 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
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.
This is the 51st State of the U.S.A….
envoyé par Bartleby - 8/3/2012 - 14:55
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Album “Infected”
“Questa è la terra dove non cambia nulla, la terra dei bus rossi e delle ragazze dalla pelle chiara, questa è la terra dove i pensionati vengono massacrati e gli affetti fatti a pezzi dal cosiddetto Stato Sociale… Lasciate pure che il povero beva il suo latte mentre il ricco s’ingozza di miele, lasciate pure che i senzatetto contino le loro ferite mentre quegli altri contano i soldi…”