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The Girl From Tel-Aviv Who Wouldn't Kneel
by Morrissey
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The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel
The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel
Nor for her husband
Dictator, tyrant or king
Humble homes
With machos on the walls
Symbols and signs in framed designs
Sure, to keep to 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
And all of my friends are in trouble
There is 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 her 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
And all of my friends are in trouble
But there is 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
Oh
Oh
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
The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel
The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel
Nor for her husband
Dictator, tyrant or king
Humble homes
With machos on the walls
Symbols and signs in framed designs
Sure, to keep to 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
And all of my friends are in trouble
There is 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 her 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
And all of my friends are in trouble
But there is 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
Oh
Oh
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
