The Girl from Tel-Aviv Who Wouldn't Kneel - Morrissey

The girl from Tel Aviv who wouldn’t kneel

The girl from Tel Aviv who wouldn’t kneel

Not 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

Not 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

But there’s no need to go into that now

La da da, la da da, la da da

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

La da da, la da da, la da da

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