See the men with masks on their faces
Gleaming instruments in each hand
No return
Bright light shining from above you
Still in shock, you don't understand
No return, no return
You remember doing 90
You hit the brakes and-a all went black
In the dark you call out Mary
But your Mary don't answer back
No return, no return
Surgical aroma
Wakes you from your coma
(Aah, aah)
Hear the men with masks on their faces
Voices seem so far away
No return
Hear them faintly speak of Mary
But can't make out what they say
No return, no return
