Lyrics No Deposit, No Return - Skyclad

No Deposit, No Return

I remember my grandmother sat with her radio,
tea cup and walking stick set by her side.
As her old fingers reached out to turn up the volume,
I learnt what it meant to be bursting with pride.
She told me some tales of wars great and last,
black and white film stars sha’d liked in the past.
Taught me a few songs she’d learnt as a child,
stunned by her wisdom I listened and smiled.
She said to me «Lad, if you’ll be a musician,
go out and be one — but one with conviction.
If there’s just one lesson the young ought to learn,
it’s pay no deposit and get no return.»
Get no return.
Pay no deposit and get no return.
On time faded photographs I’ve seen an airman,
Stood next to the wings of a flying machine
and given the choice well I think I would rather
have done what I’ve done than have seen what he’s seen.
I think that the Old Man feels really quite proud,
when he sits at the wheel and turns it up loud,
but imagined his son a lawyer or broker,
not sat on a bus full of drinkers and tokers.
He said to me «Son you can do as you please,
but always stand straight — never crawl on your knees.
If there’s just one lesson the young ought to learn,
it’s pay no deposit and get no return.»
If there’s just one lesson the young ought to learn,
it’s pay no deposit and get no return.
Get no return.
Pay no deposit and get no return.
I’ve such a short time to tell you so much,
words come second best to a kiss or a touch.
Far thicker than water this blood we all share,
So please don’t think that for you I don’t care.
Fate may have driven us all separate ways,
but can’t sever ancestry — splice D. N. A.
If life seems a road that’s uneven and long,
to know where you’re going just look Who you came from.
Many have said I take after my mother,
for her '67 was not a good year.
Though often I make her annoyed like no other,
through thick and through thin she has always been near.
Sometimes in the cold now I catch myself smiling,
'bout some stupid joke or a Christmas tree shining.
I stood there so small 'neath that glittering tower,
it’s memory a beacon in my darkest hour.
She said to me «Martin, whatever you’ll be,
there’s no such thing as a meal that’s for free.
If there’s just one lesson the young ought to learn,
it’s pay no deposit and get no return.»
If there’s just one lesson the young ought to learn,
it’s pay no deposit and get no return.
Get no return.
Pay no deposit and get no return.