Mo Phillips: Music
Here Comes A Rogue
(Mo Phillips)
In a village
Under the stars
Over the fire
No sign of cars
Children are crying
Run to their moms
Ain't much to eat
Whatevers better than bombs
And in the desert
The nights can get cold
No wind in the air
But dust on the road
Run, run, run, run
Dust on the road
Making the march
Deep in the dunes
A mile to go
Sand in the boots
All systems go
Night goggles on
Break out the guns
That they issue to pawns
And the private is thinking
'Bout his girl back at home
But there's no time for cryin'
When you're set to explode
Run, run, run, run
Explode
Back at the ranch
The gravy's so good
To rule the world
You'd do what you could
Over the seas
They bake with flour
But around here
We burn on power
We will not sleep
Till everythings sold
We will not tire
In the sprint for black gold
Run, run, run, run
Black gold