The Casualties - No Turning Back lyrics
[The Casualties - No Turning Back lyrics]
We're heading off to Europe
For another fucking tour jacko in Scottland
Can't understand a fucking word
No money in our pockets playing
For the English punx
Drinking at the pubs for the
Records that we sold
One week of shows cancelled
With no money in London
If you think were headed home
You got it all wrong
No turning back- no turning back
No turning back- no turning back
Take the fucking ferry to France, off we go
No Ecuasorians allowed
Border control with machine guns
Hiding in the trunk
Border line has to be crossed
Riot in Parris, gassing all the fucking punx
Broken down in the mountains
What else can go wrong
Playing the French Alps
Chopping wood to keep us warm
Getting paid with wine and bread
Freezing in the cold
If you think were heading home
You got it all fucking wrong down in Italy
Pasta punx made us feel at home
Up in Belgium Dirk took care
Of us four drunk punx
Livng in the car, playing show after show
Driving through Switzerland
I made trouble for us all
No visa, through the woods, cross the border
Hide the punx
5 am show, drunk punx sung all night long
Getting paid with chocolate
Freezing in the cold
If you think were headed home
You got it all wrong
Up in fucking Holland, hanging with Antidote
Smoking legal grass, Ellen got us all drunk
Shows in Germany, chaos punx are all drunk
Streetpunx all over, Oxymorons at the shows
Drinking fucking beers
More probles come along
Riot police outside arresting all the punx
Getting paid with beer and bread
Freezing in the cold
If you think were headed home
You got it all wrong
Touring Europe DIY freezing in the cold
If you think were headed home
You got it fucking wrong!
For another fucking tour jacko in Scottland
Can't understand a fucking word
No money in our pockets playing
For the English punx
Drinking at the pubs for the
Records that we sold
One week of shows cancelled
With no money in London
If you think were headed home
You got it all wrong
No turning back- no turning back
No turning back- no turning back
Take the fucking ferry to France, off we go
No Ecuasorians allowed
Border control with machine guns
Hiding in the trunk
Border line has to be crossed
Riot in Parris, gassing all the fucking punx
Broken down in the mountains
What else can go wrong
Playing the French Alps
Chopping wood to keep us warm
Getting paid with wine and bread
Freezing in the cold
If you think were heading home
You got it all fucking wrong down in Italy
Pasta punx made us feel at home
Up in Belgium Dirk took care
Of us four drunk punx
Livng in the car, playing show after show
Driving through Switzerland
I made trouble for us all
No visa, through the woods, cross the border
Hide the punx
5 am show, drunk punx sung all night long
Getting paid with chocolate
Freezing in the cold
If you think were headed home
You got it all wrong
Up in fucking Holland, hanging with Antidote
Smoking legal grass, Ellen got us all drunk
Shows in Germany, chaos punx are all drunk
Streetpunx all over, Oxymorons at the shows
Drinking fucking beers
More probles come along
Riot police outside arresting all the punx
Getting paid with beer and bread
Freezing in the cold
If you think were headed home
You got it all wrong
Touring Europe DIY freezing in the cold
If you think were headed home
You got it fucking wrong!