Lyrics:

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 mottos on the walls
symbols and signs
in framed designs
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 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

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?
its just because the land weeps oil

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.