Letra de The Ghosts of Alexandria (Re-Recorded)
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 mistakesNo one can see on the outside No one can hear on the inside No one will speak the name to blame The dead singIt's not over It's not over It's not over It's not overOhShe 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 AlexandriaLabour 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 mistakesIt's not over It's not over It's not over It's not overNo one can see on the inside No one can hear on the outside No one will speak the name to blame The dead singAnd 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