Don`t Try This At Home — текст песни (Chumbawamba)

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)
Don`t try this at home (Repeats)
Try this at home (Repeats)
So we`re coming to the last dance
I`ve got another request
With your best foot forwarext-align:center; d
We`ll lay this ghost to rest
(Repeats)