Standin' in the middle of a Roman street Marble dust all over my feet Bearded masses at the gates Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late
Drivin' a Rolls through old Bombay Rickshaw drivers in my way Well they better move over and they'd better move fast Dancin' in the ruins of a golden past Dancin' in the ruins of the rush Queen and country's noble cause
Standin' on banks of the river Seine I ain't got tethers to my name Stand my ground and I cast my net Dancin' in the ruins where the sun don't set Dancin' in the ruins of the crown Enfield rifles keepin' us down
I got a thirty-ought-six and a premium load In a shotgun shack on a two lane road Smack in the middle of the bible belt Dancin' in the ruins all by myself
We got the National Guard with the bayonets We got the ten commandments on the State House steps We shalt not steal and we shalt not kill Dancin' in the ruins of our own free will Dancin' in the ruins of the South Confederate flag taped over my mouth
We thank thee lord for all we got While the military nationals call the shots So scrape them hides and clean that slate Dancin' in the ruins of the Nation's state
We'll fight 'em in the land, we'll fight 'em in the air Well a cowboy says we got to fight 'em over there He ain't seen nothing like it since Saigon fell Dancin' in the ruins 'cause we might as well Dancin' in the ruins of the realm A fool and a mad man at the helm Dancin' in the ruins of the right Down in the bunker on a hunger strikeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
