The Lebanon – THE HUMAN LEAGUE

Syria is the new “Lebanon”.

She dreams of nineteen sixty-nine Before the soldiers came The life was cheap on bread and wine And sharing meant no shame

She is awakened by the screams Of rockets flying from nearby And scared she clings onto her dreams To beat the fear that she might die

And who will have won When the soldiers have gone? From the Lebanon, the Lebanon

Before he leaves the camp he stops He scans the world outside And where there used to be some shops Is where the snipers sometimes hide

He left his home the week before He thought he’d be like the police But now he finds he is at war Weren’t we supposed to keep the peace

And who will have won When the soldiers have gone? From the Lebanon, the Lebanon The Lebanon, from the Lebanon

I must be dreaming It can’t be true I must be dreaming It can’t be true

And who will have won When the soldiers have gone? From the Lebanon, the Lebanon The Lebanon, from the Lebanon