He was the poster child of miserable
He was in love with colored boy
No chance for hope in a land of servitude
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Hang in the halls like the boys on the oak
To remind us that we're only 13 knots away
From repeating our mistakes
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: "It's not over"
She was the poster child of ritual
She was in love with the USA
She was from some place but she
Could not tell us where
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Labor the field like amber waves of grain
To remind us that we are
Only a minimum wage away
A bowl of rice a day
From repeating our mistakes 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
Anti-Flag - The Ghosts Of Alexandria Lyrics
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He was the poster child of miserable
He was in love with colored boy
No chance for hope in a land of servitude
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Hang in the halls like the boys on the oak
To remind us that we're only 13 knots away
From repeating our mistakes
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: "It's not over"
She was the poster child of ritual
She was in love with the USA
She was from some place but she
Could not tell us where
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Labor the field like amber waves of grain
To remind us that we are
Only a minimum wage away
A bowl of rice a day
From repeating our mistakes 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
He was in love with colored boy
No chance for hope in a land of servitude
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Hang in the halls like the boys on the oak
To remind us that we're only 13 knots away
From repeating our mistakes
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: "It's not over"
She was the poster child of ritual
She was in love with the USA
She was from some place but she
Could not tell us where
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Labor the field like amber waves of grain
To remind us that we are
Only a minimum wage away
A bowl of rice a day
From repeating our mistakes 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
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing