Written on the Forehead

Album: Let England Shake (2011)
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  • 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 beloved city"

    So I jumped in the river 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! Writer/s: Polly Harvey, Winston Holness
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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