歌词
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
it burn! Let it 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! .....
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