Words Willcox / Music Darlow)



Praying to the silent man



A new day dawns

Behind acetylene tanks

A dog's lament

Wakes the new age

But falls in splintered fragments

Around his cage

Like everyone said there'd be

So much more to nineteen eighty-four



Rebel run

Don't shoot your gun

Rebel run

Run run run

Now get down

And stay down

You've gotta learn

To kiss the ground



You see a city

Well watch it fall

We're the hobos

Of planet patrol

Lean machines

Colliding

Out of control



Rebel run

Don't shoot your gun

Rebel run

Run run run

Now get down

And stay down

You've gotta learn

To kiss the ground



You've gotta get away

You've gotta get away

Rebel

You've gotta get away

You've gotta stay away...



It's just a power game

It's just a power game

Rebel

You've gotta get away

You've gotta stay away