Mobilize - Grant-Lee Phillips

High time to mobilize

The work we’ll do

High time to synchronize

Gather our crew

A secret battlefield

Lies within you

War is the cost

Of fighting off the truth

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We’re gonna fight the good fight

Well, no one’s dragging you along

On a Saigon summer night

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

You’re gonna come to realize

When your belly’s in the trench

Then your heart’s gotta mobilize

I’ll be a spy for hire

I’ll plant the bug

Eavesdrop on sweet desire

Go undercover

But you must promise

To stop fighting off the truth

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We’re gonna fight the good fight

Well, no one’s dragging you along

On a long, long summer night

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

You’re gonna come to realize

When your belly’s in the trench

Then your heart’s gotta mobilize

My enemy grows stronger

As I pace the floor and wonder how

I’ve let it come this way

My enemy is part of me

The last one that I wish to meet

In battle face to face

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa