Daughter Of Palestine.
She was a dreamer
A sleepy child of fantasy
She was a screamer
A slave to her wild reality
And you can pretend
And you can pretend
That hell will end
A child of the holocaust
Nothing seemed to be real
A child so hopelessly lost
Do you know the deal?
And you can fight
And you can fight
Even though nothing’s right
Ashes soiling her party dress
In church they promise
That god will bless
And then with a holy kiss
They close the door
And God He seems to be no
more
Where is God in this war
Where is God for this child of
a whore
You have an answer sir?
But are you sure?
And we have no desire to hear
what you say
And it doesn’t matter the price they pay
Empty pockets, empty pockets,
empty pockets
But in the midnight
You can see the passing light
Of the deadly rockets
And these words will remain
obscure
Someday to be heard
Someday to become the Word
So sleep oh lonesome daughter
of Palestine
Tomorrow is thine
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