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 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 - Morrissey