Print

It's a long walk to the gallowsIt's a small step to swing freeThe crying in the towerFor my conspirators and meGunpowder and modemAnd a dream of libertyAnd 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 CanuteYou'll be walking back aloneTonight he'll dine on oystersWhile we fall like green acornsWe'll be putting down our rootsRight in the centre of the stormOh 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 gullsThe hum of streetsThe buzz of phonesThe march of feetWe'll meet tonightTo draw up plans, exclamations, ampersandsSomewhere across the waterThey're storming palace gatesScared of the moth-flame metaphorWe fall asleep and waitSongtexteSinging for a future but the chorus comes too lateBecause 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)Don't try this at home (Repeats)Try this at home (Repeats)So we're coming to the last danceI've got another requestWith your best foot forwarext-align:center; dWe'll lay this ghost to rest(Repeats) Aus Songtexte Mania