Oh, Oliver boy, what did you do?

But crushed a hand you never shook


Then robbed the rights of people to be free




Oh, Oliver boy, it's a terrible state


You left behind the worse of race


Where dignity and pride fought for their place




Oh, Oliver boy now you are gone


And we're still here where we belong

Forgiveness being our strength you'll never see





Now the sunshine's on the page I write

Though it's raining hard in Palestine


Though lands are promised, lands when will we see?




So don't tell me that your God's my God


I don't think they even care at all


Just a phantom man behind the curtain lies does he




Oh, listen to me bark out loud


Without a voice and a little growl

Snapping at the hills I wait for something more to change


The more they stay the same




Oliver boy, it's the same violation


Oliver boy, just the clothes are different


Oliver boy, it's the same old story

Where there's blood there's definite glory





Look into his empty eyes

Fed upon my parasites


His beauty's ugly


Head devours it's pride




While the borders of our hate created


Nothing more than to reach our fate

Trapped between our comfort and our grind




So stand along the graveyard wall


And watch the souls perform this song

Sickening lust, the dead above

As the mourners come to pray, the living stay away




Oliver boy, it's the same violation


Oliver boy, just the clothes are different

Oliver boy, it's the same old story

Where there's blood there's definite glory




Oliver boy, someone stands there

Oliver boy, just to count the guns, yeah


Oliver boy, you're dead but listen

You were wrong but we're no different




Marching to the left

Everyone in step

Don't ask the question

Why we're here with no direction




Marching to the right

This is not our fight


The curse of friction

Born of man and contradiction



Oliver boy, it's the same violation


Oliver boy, just the clothes are different

Oliver boy, it's the same old story

Where there's blood there's definite glory




Oliver boy, someone stands there

Oliver boy, just to count the guns, yeah

Oliver boy, you're dead but listen

You were wrong but we're no different

All of our boys



Now the sunshine's on the page I write

Though it's raining hard in Palestine