They say “the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry” / Odds ten to one, conclusions drawn, solutions barely tried / Dissenting youth assemble truth, ammunition for the fight / We knew our time had come, a battle almost won, a target in our sights.
If we pull this off, we’ll bathe in glory / In a week, they’ll all be sorry / We could tell a different story now / A tale of bolt cutters and balaclavas / Liberation, love and ardour / We don’t ever plan on backing down.
You know that I had so much hope for the stories we might write / But we lost the plot while we were piecing it together, yeah we lost the plot while we were piecing it together / Yeah I had so much hope for the stories we might write / But we lost the plot while we were piecing it together, yeah we lost the plot that night.
Special branch is pounding on the door / There’s annotated blueprints left strewn out across the floor / Incriminating evidence / We lost our grip on common sense / Informants in our midst, right from the start,
Screaming, “face down, hands behinds behind your head” / There’s no time to get our stories straight / We were panic stricken, caught off guard / A rendezvous with Scotland Yard, There’s no escape, we’re falling hard.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
