Sergeant Smythe - No Turning Back lyrics

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Armed with a black cape, plastic shieldAnd with a cocaine addictionThat could bury Bakersfield.Whats that youve got in that rucksack?A lifetime of regretAnd no chance of ever turning back.You used to be about the music.A washed up junkie with no chance of turning tricks.Staring at pleasure and death in the face.A bill up your nostrilAnd one hit gets you right back to that place.So what, you scored some big weight.Looks like youll be spaced for some daysNo doubt youll be awake.Needing a fix like a hole in the head.Whats the point whenWell end up worse than dead.But if they catch you, God help usYou know therell be no turning back for us.Theres no turning back.