Morocco
People love to pray
Tattoos on her face
Rowdy streets
Ally ways go underground
Thirteen wives do what you like
Danger and freedom walking hand and hand
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
I see a thousand crates
Under shrouded eyes
Someone got knifed last in the dark
Herbs and spice
Roll the dice
Danger and freedom walking hand and hand
I can see myself from the other side
I was looking in
I was looking in
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
I hear a radio
From her third floor
Listen to the bussing of the passing crowd
Tragedy in the air
Well I don't know
And I don't where I don't know how
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
And the little kids say
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
And the shaman say
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
Oh and the shaman say
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
We want we want more rock
We want we want more rock
We want Morocco
Writer/s: BMI, 100%, James Michael Vallee