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When a hundred thousand die, By your lies, And your dirty will? You’re lying still, Verse 2 You push the masses down to South, They’re down and out! Sand in their mouths, You’re on the prowl … Bridge You rely on your believers … To swallow your news, Your reporters tow the line, There’re rocks in their shoes, Can’t cry the blues, Bridge 2 Oh children of Palestine, Their bodies hide, in shrouds and twine, And Mothers of Palestine, Guts soaked in wine, they are confined, Bridge Oh the words can’t quell the pain when their husbands die! But there’s cheers from The New York Times, At the funeral pyre… Oh Mothers of Palestine, Your tears are dry, Oh children of Palestine, There’s no more cry?
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