People throwing dinars at the belly-dancers In a sad circus by a trench of burning oil People throw belongings; a lifetime's earnings Amongst the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk
Take palms and orange and tangerine trees With eyes that're crying for everything (Let it burn! Let it burn, burn, burn...)
So I talked to an old man by the generator He was standing on the gravel by the fetid river He turned to me and answered, "Baby, see." Said, "War is here in our apartment--let it sleep."
So I jumped in at the riverhead and tried to swim away Through tons of sewage; they had written on their foreheads Take palms and orange and tangerine trees With eyes that're crying for everything
Let it burn, let it burn! Let it burn, let it burn! Let it burn, let it burn! Let it burn, let it burn!