Written On The Forehead by pjharvey

people throwin' dinars at the belly dancers
in a sad circus by a trench of burning oil
people throw belongings and lifetime's earnings
amongst the scattered rubbish
suitcases on the sidewalk

date palms and orange and tangerine trees
and eyes are crying for everything
(let it burn, let it burn, let it burn burn burn)
(blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)

so i turn to an old man by the generator
he was standing on the gravel by the fetid river
he turned to me and then surveyed the scene
said war is here in our beloved city

so dove in the river and tried to swim away
through tons of sewage
where he'd written on their foreheads


date palms and orange and tangerine trees
and eyes are crying for everything
(let it burn, let it burn, let it burn burn burn)
(blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)

let it burn, let it burn, let it burn burn burn