Written On The Forehead Songtext / Lyric

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!