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 driver s in my way well he d better move over and he d better move fast dancin in the ruins of a golden past dancin in the ruins of the raj queen and country s noble cause standin on the banks of the river seine i ain t got tuppence 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 aught 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 multinationals call the shots so scrape them hides and clean that slate dancin in the ruins of the nation state  we ll fight em on the land we ll fight em in the air little cowboy says we gotta fight em over there you 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 reich down in the bunker on a hunger strike