Just listening to this from 1986
‘Well it ain’t written in the papers, but it’s written on the wallsThe 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 removedFrom this country that’s sick, sad, and confused
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.