Jason set out on a bright shiny morn. 
To sail across the sea, but his sails were torn.
He look at the water and said "I should’ve been warned.
Cos no one told me there would be any storms."
Despite the information he lacked, 
he bolted from home, 
now there’s no turning back.

The Butcher, the Baker, the Candlestick maker, 
all washed ashore from their home in Jamaca.
The Butcher said "Guys, I’d really love to stay here.
But there’s only room for one, and I really can’t stand ya"
So he painted his heart all in black, he grabbed a knife, 
now there’s no turning back

    Can you see me staring out a window?
    Let’s slit our wrists and let the wine flow...
    Let’s see ourselves from outer shells and slip gently
    into that good night.

As Newton lay under the apple tree, 
an apple thought "What about history?"
If I’m only a food, who’ll remember me? 
But If I fall on his head,
I’ll find celebrity!"
So rejecting the life of a snack, 
he severed his ties, now there’s no turning back.
# copyright Joe Johnston