The Morphine Talking Songtext
von Los Valendas

When he told us about the ostriches running around on his bed
We knew straight away it was the morphine talking
Voices from the corridor and a room I′d never go to
Nothing would quieten the screaming quite like the morphine talking
And on Sunday afternoons Francis the Talking Mule films
On black and white TV, that's if you were lucky
But it wasn′t meant to be for the likes of us
It was not meant to be for the likes of us
No, no, no, no, no, no
It was the weight of the shame in my mother's eyes
It was the albatross around everyone's necks
It was life in black and white and many, many, many shades of grey
It was the muffled sound of the grandfather clock
It was what words can′t describe and nothing could stop
It was the African masks that hung from the walls It was slow painful death seen through the eyes of a boy
It was the morphine talking
It was the morphine talking
And on Sunday afternoons Francis the Talking Mule films
On black and white TV, that′s if you were lucky
But it wasn't meant to be for the likes of us
Not in a million years for the likes of us
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
When he told us about the ostriches running around on his bed
We knew straight away it was the morphine talking
It was the morphine talking
It was the morphine talking
It was the morphine talking