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 Rate Heartland
Artist : The
Song : Heartland
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.
Chorus
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 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.
Chorus
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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