Let me tell you a story, I'll be quick as I canTerrible news from the Holy LandPictures of children etched in my mindBuried in the rubble, on the fire and limeThe Jews and the Arabs lived one and the sameA thousand years, then the Zionists cameCame like a river, came like a floodAl-Nakba was written on the wall in bloodTalk about settlers from far awayTalk about dollars from the U.S.A.Talk about blast bombs, the bullets and the leadThe shadow with the jackboot hanging over your headWhat can you do when they demolish your home?Olive trees, buried and goneDo you dare to resist?Stand on the road with a rock in your fistIn Palestine, in PalestineThey talk about peace, like it's a moral obligationThere'll never be peace, under occupationThere'll never be peace, under occupationTalk about talks, to the beat of the drumSeventy years, Nakba rolls onWe need to talk about the friends that we endorseThe rockets and the tanks and the warships they disperseNo wonder it seems to beA non-democratic version of democracyIn Palestine, in PalestineLet me tell you a story, I'll be quick as I canThere's terrible news from the Holy LandI'll tell you a story, I'll be quick as I can There's terrible news from the Holy LandI'll tell you a story, I'll be quick as I canThere's terrible news from the Holy Land