[00:00.000]People throwing dinars at the belly dancers
[00:12.054]In a sad circus by a trench of burning oil
[00:23.194]People throw belongings, a life-time's earnings
[00:28.882]Amongst the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk
[00:46.030]Date palms and orange and tangerine trees
[00:51.802]and eyes are crying for everything
[00:56.216](Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn)
[01:08.038]So I talked to an old man by the generator
[01:19.167]He was standing on the gravel by the fetid river
[01:31.179]he turned to me and then surveyed the scene
[01:36.694]Said, "War is here in our beloved city."
[01:53.511]Some dove in the river and tried to swim away
[01:59.455]through tons of sewage, fate written on their foreheads
[02:05.129]Date palms and orange and tangerine trees
[02:11.061]and eyes are crying for everything
[02:23.918](Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn)
[02:31.557](Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)