Going to Morocco Songtext
von The Extra Lens

There′s no wolves around here.
There's no wolves around here.
Have a drink.
Drink your fill.
From the tap.
From the still.
If you won′t, i will.
But there are no wolves around here.


There's no reason to cry.
There's no reason to cry.
You can have a seat for a while.
Relax.
Smile.
But don′t touch that dial,
′Cause there is no reason to cry.

There's a gutteral stop in my throat.
There′s a gutteral stop in my throat.
The wind comes in from far and wide.
Sands blow.
Grains collide.
I'm changing inside.
And there′s a gutteral stop in my throat.