Don't Try This at Home

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)