The Ghosts Of Alexandria (Re-Recorded) Songtext
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He was the poster child of miserable
He was in love with a coloured boy
No chance of hope in a land of servatude
And now the ghost of Alexandria
Hanging their hearts like the boys in the oak
To remind us that we′re only 13 knots away
From repeating our mistakes

No one can see on the outside
No one can hear on the inside
No one will speak the name to blame
The dead sing

It's not over
It′s not over
It's not over
It's not over

Oh


She was the poster child of ritual
She was in love with the U.S.A
She was from some place, but she could not tell us where
And now the ghost of Alexandria

Labour the field like amber waves of grain
To remind us that we′re only a minimum wage
A bowl of rice a day
From repeating our mistakes

It′s not over
It's not over
It′s not over
It's not over

No one can see on the inside
No one can hear on the outside
No one will speak the name to blame
The dead sing

And we watched the Summer turn
To the Autumn of glory
And we watched the Summer turn
To the Autumn of glory
And we watched the Summer turn
To the Autumn of glory
And we watched the Summer turn