FUNNY LITTLE FROG (16 Jan 2006)

8th Station of the Cross Kebab House 060124 lyrics transcribed by vu

 
I'm sitting around at the checkpoint
Keeping myself to myself
My heart's going out to the girl with the gun
She is young, she is fun, she is deadly

She clocks off, goes back to the city
Goes to a club with her friends

I just took a walk through the checkpoint
Past columns of poor Arab sons
They queue through the day for a chance to make pay
For something to put in the mouths

He can't sleep at night without gunfire
The lullaby puts him to sleep

We stand there accused of the British collusion
Israel into Palestine
A victory for some an astoinishing hope
But for him it has brough devastation
He lives like a prisoner in exile
Ge lives like a prisoner in hell

Doves black and white in the blue vault of space
Swoop around like a symbol of peace
Can they see the black?
They're two busy in talk of love
Why should they contemplate fear?

Everyone meets in the cramped city streets
Hipsters of zion cullide
To talk music and dross
At the sign of the Cross
We eat our falafel in peace
The girl lets her uniform slip
The boy cracks a joke he is sweet
He's listens to Hip Hop in Gozu
She listens to Coldplay in Lod