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!