Am C D Em Am C D Em
G Am C
The lanes were silent, there was nothing no-one
D Em G
Nothing around for miles
Am C D
I danced a friendly venture with a hard-faced, 3-word gesture
Bm
I started something, and forced you to a zone
C D Em
And you were clearly never meant to go
Bm
Hair brushed & parted, typical me, typical me, typical me
C D Em
I started something, and now I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr...
That's what tradition means
And I danced another venture with a gesture
That was absolutely violent
Chorus
I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr...
That's what tradition means
And now 18 months hard labour
seems..... fair enough......
Chorus