Helpline Operator
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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
& the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town
I've come to smell the seasons change, & watch the city
as the sun goes down again
CHORU
Here comes another winter, of long shadows & 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 & blue blooded babies
This is the place, where pensioners are raped
& 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
& 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 wall
The way this country is divided to fall
So the cranes are moving on the skyline-
Trying to knock down--this tow
But the stains on the heartland, can never be removed
from this country, that's sick, sad, and confused
CHORU
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
(Repeat and fade.
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