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

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Writer(s): Gustavo Manzur, Steven Patrick Morrissey