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Look out of your windows, watch the skies
Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes
We're W.A.S.P's, yeah proud American sons
We know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gun

'Cause we're the 51st states of America
Yeah, we're the 51st states of America
This is the 51st states of America

Take away our history
Take away our heroes
Take away our values
And leave us here with nothing
We were in the garden of Eden
Just as children mess around
We only leant against the tree
And the apple came tumbling down

False Maria rises up from the corporate slab,
all clad in flawless steel
"Hello Boys" she says and the pack dogs gather,
slavering around at her heel
And the women try to stretch their faces,
hoping to look more like her
And then chanting her name, they hurl themselves
Deep into the all-consuming fire

When they look back at us and they write down their history
What will they say about our generation?
We're the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing
Harvested everything, planted nothing.
Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush
Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly gnawing away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, bury our children

Well the warm wind blew through the 60s

But it didn't blow much round here

Disappointment hidden in the jutting chin - 'we didn't want it all anyway'

White paint daubed on a gritstone wall, the words of the prophets told

We know we can hurt each other real bad
You know my weak spots, I know yours
How come we egg each other on and on
Like battered boxers staying the course?

How come we never ever come to blows
When we want to break each other's necks?
How come we stab each other with these words

There's a witch hunt coming, screaming out on it's rebirth
There's a crusade coming, Hellfire's back here on earth
See the light in their eyes shine, listen to their words like swords
The Christian militia is marching now
There's a witch hunt coming, born out of all the American fears
There's a new purge coming, an inquisition for all of us here
Hold onto your sanity as best you can
While some Hitler claims to speak for the Son of Man

Kandy's coming home 11.45 today
I'll take the battered car and meet her down outside the gates
She says we're going back to where it all began
Now that the prices have been paid and all the penance done
I'd forgive her anything to make me feel the way she did
I'm not worried now, I'm not worried now
We're coming up in the morning air
We'll cross the bridge just when we get there

North Atlantic winter, seven hours out of harbour
On a night of swelling ocean and ice cold water
The lines got snagged on the bottom and the winch got jammed
It took only moments for the boat to go over

I broke the surface kicking and gasping
There were just three of us swimming but soon I was alone
Me and the seagulls talking, I just kept on swimming

Stevie said now don't look round they're watching us
Two girls in the corner of that dodgy club
And the grey eyes, the storm that I've come to know and wish for
Before I caught a breath, well, she was standing there.
We walked the streets of our town just talking
And the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocks
Just when your life is stale and there's reason there for everything
Something comes to kick you up inside

Joey puts her makeup on really well
She looks cool in the flashing lights
And all the boys gossip about the shape
Of her legs
On these muddled up and drunken nights
And if it's all got to end up between the sheets
Well she can coo like a virgin dove
But really she just doesn't want to be alone

How did they do this to you ?
How did they do this to you ?
Were you the weapon that they used
As they tore apart the family
Did they bring you here
As they were passing through ?
Tell me how did they do this to you ?

All the mistakes that I have made
All the things I should have seen but I looked away
All the things we should have shared that we kept to ourselves
All the things that we shared we should have kept to ourselves
And I guess it’s the modern way – the phone call that comes
flying out of a blue autumn day and suddenly everything
goes so and quiet and soon everyone seems to be alone
with their own thoughts And now it’s as if I’m standing

From the concrete cities to the wide open spaces
Everything is in tension and waiting
There’s a little gust of wind and then stillness
A little creak of the timbers and then silence
We love gallows humour but there must be a gallows
And a masked pied piper that everybody follows
We will grow weary of ourselves and we will dream a king
Then we will bury ourselves

When I was young I dreamed and dreamed
About all the things that I was going to be
A handsome pop star on the screen or captain of the England team
A brave explorer holding court or a really famous astronaut
They said Son, it could all be yours, you just work hard and pay your dues
Don't be content with what you've got, there's always more that you can want
Everybody's on the make - that's what made this country great

The time I think most clearly, the time I drift away
Is on the bus-ride that meanders up these valleys of green and grey
I get to think about what might have been and what may yet come true
And I get to pass a rainy mile thinking of you
And all the while, all the while, I still hear that call
To the land of gold and poison that beckons to us all
Nothing changes here very much, I guess you'd say it never will

Old and weathered these mountains
Worn and rounded their shoulders
Smooth under our soles
Become hard like the stone

I watch you steeling yourself against the fear
For there’s always been something else that really drives you
We have energy left to burn, we still have it all to come

We're out here on the borders with our favorite few possessions
Trading stories whispered round the fire
As shadows in the searchlights, mugshots in the files
Waiting in the camps behind the wire

Kick the door until it opens, what you have you cannot hold
We are young, forever hungry, you are fat and growing old

I know that it happened, I know that story

But that was years and years ago

Still you're pushing and still you're claiming

The pound of flesh you say I owe

The roll of distant thunder breaks, the afternoon of silence wakes
They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance
In fury blind, I drive at night across the moors, the open roads
Beneath the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance
These cities are illusions of some triumph over Nature's laws
We've seen the iron carcass rust and buildings topple into dust
And as the waters rise, it seems we cling to all the rootless things
The Christian lies, technology, while spirits scream and sing

Ch: We scream, you run - fall out
You scream and we're gone - falling out
There must have been times in the smoke and the beat on the dance-floor
When all of the doors, they were opening for you
There must have been times when you thought you were kings of the whole world
With the chemicals eating away at your reason
But now you're shut down, closed in
We build our own little jails

Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special
Like a peasant revolution - makeshift weapons in our hands
We crashed the gates so hard we'd never heard that kind of sound before
And braced ourselves for victory and the spoils of the land
Defences melt away before our frozen blank surprise
From the palace now we stare into a million waiting eyes
Ch: I've got my trophies on the wall, the heads I've hunted down the hall
And I guard my winnings well, carry them with me when I fall

Some set sail to conquer, some set sail to discover
Some set sail with an army of angry crusaders
We set sail set on a ship of fools
We smile into the weather

Our maps are filled with pictures of strange sea creatures
They thrash their tail tails, their eyes are rolling
In the towering water

Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep
Turning over turning round, twisting in our sweat
They say there is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God what have we done?
There is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God what is this evil that we've done?

Is it that we wanted more than you gave?

Are we still not speaking?
Bitter words leave such a bitter taste
Yes, I meant to hurt you
But it was never meant to go as far as this
And still I can make no sense out of these things that I do
And I still put myself through this version of hell
Just put you through it too

The curtain breathes, the air swims
The sweat dries cold on the shivering skin
The sheets they twist and turn again, round and round
My mother she feeds and cares for me
Shackled to responsibility
All her precious dreams for me crashing down
Ch: Tell them all to go away, tell them all I'll be OK
Tell them all just not today, not today . . .

This all started the way things do
With a laugh and a cup of tea around the fire
As we sheltered from those wicked winds in front of that old TV
And we traded ideas as we watched each other with those ambitious bright eyes
Those eyes that saw every detail of the world so clear
And we bided our time impatiently until the hunger really burned
And the softest sweetest kisses were lost amidst the thunder in our hearts

The rock is made of diamond, the rivers wash with gold
The sun beats down in rhythm, pounding on our reason
Pounding on our reason, ringing in our skulls
Sometimes this land looks empty – it plays so many tricks on you
The soil of dried blood-sown with seed of people
Overrun with armies that grow out of the earth
They flow down from the mountains, sring out of the ground
The shacks they all have numbers

You can journey deep inside or out into the world – at the end you’ll find the same
The overgrown pathways lead all the way back to the place from where we came
There’s a beach that we go to, to catch a breath of faraway
One time we were down by the water’s edge as all the light turned burnished gold
And looking back along the cliffs a hundred people
from everywhere standing in silence
All just staring at the setting sun

Look at my eyes - you know what it is
I want you, I want you
The way your body moves beneath that dress
And all the nights I've spent away alone in sleeplessness
It's a hunger that we can fill
Racing, racing
And every nerve tingles with it
I want you, I want you

Thou shalt not kill, remember that?
You learnt it again and again when you were young
They said weapons have this safety catch
Your moral conscience tells you kid what's right, what's wrong
Well they make out like they're so surprised
But it's easy when you're civilized
Count to ten, close your eyes
The way it's always been

Between the chords of a song years ago
You saw a crack of light or was it a cause to follow?
You’ve been chasing ever since around these streets
For just the promise of a promise and nothing more to keep
You drove us like a crazy man through those narrow cobbled streets
You said ’there’s nothing to fear’ and we all smiled
Round and round in that little car while the city lay asleep
The city lay asleep

Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down
There's a pub in the corner and I'll meet you inside
About quarter to eight and we'll go into town
And find out what everybody's been saying about us

Smalltown walls have eyes and ears
Stories fly thick and fast round here
Truth and lies are all the same

If I could save you, I surely would;
I'd take the world with you, the way we should.
I'd drown your violence in a sea of blood;
I'd drown the pain for you in the breaking waves,
I'd crown your innocence with the golden sun,
I'd drown your violence in a sea of blood . . .
South-west bound on the winding A-roads - days of scorched brown rolling hills
and ripened fields, down to where the sun glistens on the sea beneath Pentire.

You walk the thinnest of the ice, so easy to hurt
We drove through the dark in the pouring rain and barely said a word
So dress your wounds as best you can and close your tired eyes
Try to climb away from here towards the empty skies
And I'll meet you there, high above it all
In the kiss of air, the lover's breath
Visions rise from each little death

Hey there Matthew Hopkins, are you listening to us - we're still here
Boodstone, Tiger's Eye, whet the hell - we're still here
The dreaming Earth's moving in your sleep - it's all real
And everything you tried to keep so secret will one day be revealed
There's grit in the oysters there's wind in the trees
There's a full moon rising and salt in the seas
And we're outside of the line
Still running - outside of the line

It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done
But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone
Well I know my craving heart and I've seen your vicious eyes
And I think we know the truth, both you and I
Don't flutter your lashes like a little girl
And ask me why it's such a cruel, cruel world, no
Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions
You already know the answers to

We went into town on the Tuesday night
Searching all the places that you hang about
We're looking for you
In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming pubs
We're looking for you
You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
And what he has become

Through the years of decay we walk like tigers in cages
With each passing turn the smaller and smaller the circles
Every weapon and word legitimate now as protection
But these things should never be spoken
These things should never be spoken

I stand undefeated alone in the ring just pacing
The sweat and the blood dried on my hands all wasted

We follow the taillights out of the city
Moving in a river of red
As the colours fade away from the dusky sunset
We roll for the darkness ahead

Chorus:
We are old, we are young, we are in this together
Vagabonds and children, prisoners forever

Escaped the net in '45, hiding out in South America
Protected by money and powerful friends
Hoping the world has forgotten by now
All the things that you did in the Nazi Death camps
The people that you tortured and killed
You can live you life in expectant fear
Sure some day you'll be made to pay

There's absolutely nothing on my mind
The television flickers in my eyes
Waiting, always waiting

Down at the bus station, doing time
We watch the world go passing by
Waiting, always waiting
It's all on tomorrow, don't worry today

Well we know what makes the flowers grow - but we don't know why
And we all have the knowledge of DNA - but we still die
We perch so thin and fragile here upon the land
And the earth that moves beneath us, we don't understand
So we rush towards the Judgement Day, when She reclaims
A toast to the Luddite martyrs then, who died in vain
Down at the lab they're working still, finishing off
How do we tell the people in the white coats

At the witching hour we'll be gone from here
When the snake-black roads are just about clear
Onto the hard-line dark horizon
Through the silver in the air
And if home is where the heart is
We'll just keep going until we disappear

The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky

Well, you say it's such a small, small world
flying Club Class back from the far-east
curled up safe and warm in the big chair
you were drifting through the skies of anywhere
Get the courtesy car to the Sheraton
there's live on-the-spot reports on the CNN between the ad-breaks
so you think you know what's going on - but you don't
because you weren't in Belfast, no you weren't there