Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Eighth Station Of The Cross Kebab House, artist - Belle & Sebastian. Date of issue: 25.08.2013
Song language: English
The Eighth Station Of The Cross Kebab House |
| 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 their 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 astonishing hope |
| But for him it has brought devastation |
| He lives like a prisoner in exile |
| He lives like a prisoner in hell |
| Dates black and white in the blue vault of space |
| Swoop around like a symbol of peace |
| Can they see the hawk? |
| They’re too busy in talk of love |
| Why should they contemplate fear? |
| Everyone meets in the cramped city streets |
| Hipsters of zion collide |
| 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 listens to Hip Hop in Gaza |
| She listens to Coldplay in Lod |