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 strike