It's a long walk to the gallows It's a small step to swing free The crying in the tower For my conspirators and me Gunpowder and modem And a dream of liberty
And then they'll tell you Don't try this at home Oh yes, they'll tell you Don't try this at home
If you walk on the beach with King Canute You'll be walking back alone Tonight he'll dine on oysters While we fall like green acorns We'll be putting down our roots Right in the centre of the storm
Oh, but they'll tell you Don't try this at home Oh yes, they'll tell you Don't try this at home
The cry of gulls, the hum of streets The buzz of phones, the march of feet We'll meet tonight to draw up plans Exclamations, ampersands
Somewhere across the water They're storming palace gates Scared of the moth-flame metaphor We fall asleep and wait Singing for a future But the chorus comes too late
Because they'll tell you Don't try this at home Oh yes, they'll tell you Don't try this at home Don't, don't, don't, don't [repeats to end] Don't try this at home [repeats to end] Try this at home [repeats to end]
So we're coming to the last dance I've got another request With your best foot forward We'll lay this ghost to rest
So we're coming to the last dance I've got another request With your best foot forward We'll lay this ghost to rest
So we're coming to the last dance I've got another requestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
