| [00:11.72] |
He was the poster child of miserable. |
| [00:14.22] |
He was in love with colored boy. |
| [00:16.66] |
No chance for hope in a land of servitude. |
| [00:19.12] |
|
| [00:21.76] |
And now the ghosts of Alexandria |
| [00:24.26] |
Hang in the halls like the boys on the oak, |
| [00:26.81] |
To remind us that we're only 13 knots away |
| [00:30.10] |
From repeating our mistakes. |
| [00:34.62] |
No one can see on the inside, |
| [00:37.01] |
No one can hear on the outside, |
| [00:39.51] |
No one will speak the name to blame. |
| [00:43.06] |
The dead sing: "It's not over." |
| [00:44.80] |
It's not over... |
| [01:04.09] |
|
| [01:04.99] |
She was poster child of ritual. |
| [01:07.54] |
She was in love with the U.S.A. |
| [01:09.96] |
She was from some place but she could not tell us where. |
| [01:15.26] |
And now the ghosts of Alexandria |
| [01:17.70] |
Labor the field like amber waves of grain, |
| [01:20.31] |
To remind us that we are only a minimum wage away |
| [01:24.37] |
A bowl of rice a day |
| [01:26.24] |
From repeating our mistakes. |
| [01:27.12] |
|
| [01:28.48] |
It's not over... |
| [01:43.54] |
No one can see on the inside. |
| [01:45.78] |
No one can hear on the outside. |
| [01:48.20] |
No one will speak the name to blame. |
| [01:51.74] |
The dead sing. |
| [01:53.06] |
And we watched the summer turn to the autumn of glory... |
| [01:58.17] |
And we watched the summer turn to the autumn of glory... |
