Rock On a Clock (feat. Peg of Echrythropthy)

Stranded in the night of Rabat
Former Goumi, hot on my heels
Once partners in crime, now rivals
He's getting closer, I have to flee

This year, forty-nine, was made to be mine
Selling kif, bought in the Rif

They search for me in the Medina,
Keep searching for me in the Kazbah
But they will never, never find me
Never find me, in sweet Youssoufia

With a deck of cards
And a knife in my pocket
Looking so fine
Dressed with a jacket

In a race against the clock
I'm back, back
Back into rock!

Rock on a clock
And the lights go dim
Rock on a clock
Filled to the brim

Rock on a clock
And the lights go dim
Rock on a clock
Filled to the brim

Rock on a clock
And the lights go dim

Rock on a clock
And the lights go dim

Rock on a clock
And the lights go dim



Credits
Writer(s): Jean-guillaume Tricoit
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