Music Video

Credits

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