The Girl from Tel-Aviv Who Wouldn’t Kneel Morrissey

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
Humble homes with mottoes on the walls
Symbols and signs in framed designed
Sure to keep the poor poor
In fear of a god who hadn't saved them after all

[Refrain]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
The sorrow my countenance shows
Is hardly worth mentioning now
Impartial application of the law
In other words, legalized torture