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[00:00.000] 作曲 : David Stefan Rovics
[00:13.080]One point eight million people surrounded on all sides
[00:16.366]Refugees since '48, since '67, occupied
[00:19.923]The only reason they're not starving is down to the UN
[00:23.485]Most have never left there, stuck in the lion's den
[00:26.854]The most crowded place on Earth, and there they'll stay
[00:30.409]They can't visit cousins a half hour's drive away
[00:34.118]Drones overhead, constantly
[00:37.585]Who will die tomorrow, a daily mystery
[00:40.705]In Gaza.
[00:43.632]
[00:47.799]The settlers moved out, fighter jets moved in
[00:51.317]In Gaza there's just no way that you can win
[00:54.748]You can't take out a copter with an antiquated gun
[00:58.041]You're just a target, sitting in the sun
[01:01.916]Waiting for your death to come raining from the sky
[01:05.050]Where the end really is nigh
[01:08.711]You can hear a sonic boom and see a flashing light
[01:11.944]Every hour of the day, every hour of the night
[01:15.525]In Gaza.
[01:17.311]
[01:22.767]There are no shelters, nowhere you can hide
[01:26.072]Life is nothing like it is on the other side
[01:29.397]There's nothing post about the traumatic stress
[01:33.065]There's never more, usually less
[01:36.423]And still some people wonder, they insist on asking why
[01:40.057]Anyone would be so mad as to reply
[01:43.737]So mad as to think that it might make sense
[01:46.964]To lob some missiles over the fence
[01:51.002]From Gaza.
[01:57.353]From Gaza.
[02:04.159]From Gaza...
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作曲 : David Stefan Rovics
One point eight million people surrounded on all sides
Refugees since '48, since '67, occupied
The only reason they're not starving is down to the UN
Most have never left there, stuck in the lion's den
The most crowded place on Earth, and there they'll stay
They can't visit cousins a half hour's drive away
Drones overhead, constantly
Who will die tomorrow, a daily mystery
In Gaza.
The settlers moved out, fighter jets moved in
In Gaza there's just no way that you can win
You can't take out a copter with an antiquated gun
You're just a target, sitting in the sun
Waiting for your death to come raining from the sky
Where the end really is nigh
You can hear a sonic boom and see a flashing light
Every hour of the day, every hour of the night
In Gaza.
There are no shelters, nowhere you can hide
Life is nothing like it is on the other side
There's nothing post about the traumatic stress
There's never more, usually less
And still some people wonder, they insist on asking why
Anyone would be so mad as to reply
So mad as to think that it might make sense
To lob some missiles over the fence
From Gaza.
From Gaza.
From Gaza...