Chumbawamba
Chumbawamba - Don't Try This At Home songtekst
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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)