I Started Something I Couldn't Finish

The lanes were silent

There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles

I doused our friendly venture

With a hard-faced, three-word gesture

I started something,

I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me

I started something and now

I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by guilded beams

Uh, that's what tradition means

And I doused another venture with a gesture

That was absolutely vile

I started something,

I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me

I started something and now

I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by guilded beams

Uh, that's what tradition means

And now eighteen months' hard labor

Seems fair enough

I started something and

I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me

I started something and now

I'm not too sure

I started something,

I started something

Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me

Typical me, typical me, typical me

I started something and now

I'm not too sure

Okay, Stephen?

Do that again?