The Ghosts of Alexandria (Re-Recorded) - Anti-Flag

He was the poster child of miserable

He was in love with a coloured boy

No chance for hope in a land of servatude

And now the ghost of Alexandria

Hanging their hearts like the boys in the oak

To remind us that we’re only 13 knots away

from repeating our mistakes

No one can see on the outside

No one can hear on the inside

No one will speak the name to blame

The dead sing

It’s not over

It’s not over

It’s not over

It’s not over

She was the poster child of ritual

She was in love with the U.S.A.

She was from some place but she could not tell us where

And now the ghost of Alexandria

Labour the field like amber waves of grain

To remind us that we’re only a minimum wage a day

A bowl of rice a day

From repeating our mistakes

It’s not over

It’s not over

It’s not over

It’s not over

No one can see on the inside

No one can hear on the outside

No one will speak the name to blame

The dead sing

And we watched the summer turn

To the autum of glory

And we watched the summer turn

To the autum of glory

And we watched the summer turn

To the autum of glory

And we watched the summer turn