A gun is pointed at your head

Shadows eat the path behind you

Strike out and leave a life that’s dead

Pray a ray of hope will find you

Cross that burning bridge instead

Let the ashes of your ships remind you

that even should all your questions daze, blaze and burn

The answer’s yes – there’s no no no …

No return



Watch the clock, the hands have stopped

They’re stuck in time from lack of action

So move your own before they’re chopped,

And open up your cell a fraction

If not, the guillotine that’s dropped

Is sure to cause you some distraction

Your tombstone past should no longer cause you concern

Your time is up – there’s no no no …

No return

(… continued …)