Packed More Trunks Than The Jersey Mob Lyrics

I've packed more trunks
than the Jersey mob

There's no turning back
From here
No turning back my friend

So many unfamiliar faces
This freight train is running off the track
Hey mister, can you help me
I seem to have lost my way back home
There's no more taking chances
Embrace the ghost
And kill this doubt
You can devour your demons
But they'll never let you go

There's no turning back
From here
No turning back my friend

I'm leaving[I'm leaving]
And never coming back again[Never coming Back]
This gun is cocked[Never coming back]
And suited with a bullet called regret
I'm leaving
And never coming back again
Never coming back

A million channels on the TV
All reruns of the past mistakes
The static neither fact nor fiction
It's my excuse to get some sleep

My pulse racing
I can feel the tension
Sweat dripping as it cuts across my brow
How hollow can a person feel
How hollow can a person feel

No!

There's no turning back
From here
No turning back my friend

I'm leaving [I'm leaving]
And never coming back again[Never coming back]
This gun is cocked[Never coming back]
And suited with a bullet called regret
I'm leaving[And never coming back]
And never coming back again
Never coming back

How can you mean all those things you said
The lies that you told
The blood has been washed off my hands
Washed off my hands
By the grace you've shown
How can you mean all those things that you said
The lies that you told
The blood has been washed off my hands
Washed off my hands
By the grace you've shown