Going to Morocco Lyrics

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.