No Take Backs

[jeff robertson]

by FLVXXVM FLORVM

Once you said you was gonna be my woman.
Once you said you'd be my blushin' bride.
Oh, you said you was gonna be my rider.
Girl, you only took me for a ride.

I wish you would have told me.
There ain't no taking back my love.

Once I saw the world in vibrant colors,
Everything is dull and gray and brown.
Walkin' round without no heart inside me,
I'm a cold dead zombie motherfucker now.

I wish you would have told me.
There ain't no taking back my love.

Tried to fill my empty soul with whiskey,
Oh, it only goes right to my head.
Jesus Christ himself cannot save me,
I swear by God by the mornin' I'll be dead.

I wish you would have told me.
There ain't no taking back my love.

[noma]

Nick Soma - No Take Backs

You couldn't change, not if you walked a million miles or more
To what salvation you believed you'd find, it's right behind your door
You couldn't see her through the haze 'cuz you were lost in thought
You sold her only lies that no one ever should have bought

You deny
You deny
You deny
You deny

You know that when she gave you her heart, she told you "No take backs"
And nothing but sincerity could mend those cracks
You tried to give it back and now it hovers in the air
She said, no take backs
No take backs
No take backs
No take backs
No take backs

You could have tried to save a story never told
But you just watched it come undone, unravel and unfold
You know, you could still go back and repair the glass you broke
It's not just fate deciding, that's the way you're gonna choke

When she gave you her heart, she told you "No take backs"
And nothing but sincerity could mend those cracks
You tried to give it back and now it hovers in the air
She said, no take backs
No take backs
No take backs
No take backs
No take backs

[j$]

No Take Backs by Mister Johnny Cashpoint

There is an old woman who lives in San Fran, with a
Gaggle of children, from more than one man.
Keeping them fed needs a well thought-out plan, but the
Terrible truth is she don’t give a damn - she’s
Sat in the kitchen, recycling the beans,
Peeling potatoes and drinking Jim Beam.
Just like the bottle near empty, she dreams of
Dinners without all those troublesome teens ...

She lies to herself that she don’t feel the strain,
Three weeks in a row, serves up same food again.
Cooking by stealth, each night changing meal’s name in the
Desperate hope they won’t notice, complain. But if
Cupboard is empty, there’s no cupboard love -
They know leftovers when they’re being passed off as
Nouvelle cuisine. Now they’ve all had enough.
Your joke isn’t funny, mum and it never was - to which she replies

“Go choose your kith, cos you can’t choose your kin, you know
There’s no take backs on this family you’re in, so
Unless you're intending to climb right back in,
Sit down, start eating, and don’t make a din!”

But they sneer at her menu, they go a la carte,
Take up their cutlery and cut her apart,
Cook up and eat what is left of her heart. The
Portion is tiny, but at least it’s a start -
A starter.