morrissey
the girl from tel-aviv who wouldn't kneel
The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel Nor for husband, dictator, tyrant or king Humble homes with mottoes on the walls  Symbols and signs in framed designed Sure to keep the poor poor In fear of a God who hadn't saved them after all  And all of my friends are in trouble They're sorry, they're sick and they know All of my friends are in trouble There's no need to go into that now  The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel Nor for husband, dictator, tyrant or king  The sorrow my countenance shows Is hardly worth mentioning now Impartial application of the law In other words legalized torture And all of my friends are in trouble They're sorry, they're sick and they know All of my friends are in trouble There's no need to go into that now  Of princes and kings and their costly parade Blitz them all back to the Stone Age The American way displayed proudly Is to show lots of teeth and talk loudly And the land weeps oil The land weeps oil What do you think all these armies are for? Just because the land weeps oil  And the land weeps oil The land weeps oil What do you think all these conflicts are for? It's just because the land weeps oil