Never Going Back Again

Written By: Mike Viola
Mike Viola Involvement: Writer, Producer, Performer
 
 

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Lyrics


Send white roses for the matador
he still thinks his bull is dead
under blue mexican grass
all he'll ever see is red
I could have been anyone
when the sea swallowed the sun
whiskey thinned my blood
I ripped the nails from my dove
She flew home
with enough breath to say
I'm never going back again

She never meant to be a saint
it just turned out that way
for the babe in a manager
decomposing in the hay
Sugar trapped inside her angel wings
all the colors of hell
by this fall nothing will grow
In that place where she fell back home
there's a child on the way
I'm never going back again
I'm never going back again
I'm never going back again

Afraid not of the bull
but of the crowd keeping still
with fear on their faces
that's enough to make me kill
She tried to see inside me
but my eyes were filled with milk
all her dreams stick like honey
to the roof of her mouth
And soon I'll forget
what I wanted to say
I'm never going back again
I'm never going back again
I'm never going back again