| The girl from Tel Aviv who wouldn’t kneel
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| The girl from Tel Aviv who wouldn’t kneel
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| Not for husband, dictator, tyrant or king
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| Humble homes with mottoes on the walls
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| Symbols and signs in framed designed
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| Sure to keep the poor poor
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| In fear of a god who hadn’t saved them after all
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| And all of my friends are in trouble
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| They’re sorry, they’re sick, and they know
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| All of my friends are in trouble
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| There’s no need to go into that now
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| The girl from Tel Aviv who wouldn’t kneel
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| The girl from Tel Aviv who wouldn’t kneel
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| Not for husband, dictator, tyrant or king
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| The sorrow my countenance shows
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| Is hardly worth mentioning now
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| Impartial application of the law
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| In other words, legalized torture
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| And all of my friends are in trouble
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| They’re sorry, they’re sick, and they know
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| All of my friends are in trouble
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| But there’s no need to go into that now
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| La da da, la da da, la da da
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| Of princes and kings and their costly parade
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| Blitz them all back to the Stone Age
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| The American way displayed proudly
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| Is to show lots of teeth and talk loudly
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| And the land weeps oil, the land weeps oil
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| What do you think all these armies are for?
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| Just because the land weeps oil
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| Oh, oh
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| La da da, la da da, la da da
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| And the land weeps oil, the land weeps oil
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| What do you think all these conflicts are for?
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| It’s just because the land weeps oil |