Political Asylum Down Amongst The Olive Groves
This desert rose has deadly thorns
The blossoming nation built upon conquest and creed
Four million Palestinians scattered in its wake
An encamped nation of refugees just learning how to hate
Down amongst the olive groves there is no promised land
Zion bends to the wargod’s will and blood still stains the sand
Attack’s the best form of defense
So the strong would have us believe when they make war on the weak
The Star of David pierced the heart of Lebanon
Innocents lost in the battlefield have no place to run
Who fuels the flames of Israel
The true bastions of democracy
