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 [bad word] 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!