A#m C# D# Fm x2 G# A#m C# The lanes were silent, there was nothing no-one D# Fm G# Nothing around for miles A#m C# D# I danced a friendly venture with a hard-faced, 3-word gesture Chorus: Cm I started something, and forced you to a zone C# D# Fm And you were clearly never meant to go Cm Hair brushed & parted, typical me, typical me, typical me C# D# Fm I started something, and now Iʼm not too sure I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr... Thatʼs what tradition means And I danced another venture with a gesture That was absolutely violent Chorus. I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr... Thatʼs what tradition means And now 18 months hard labour seems... fair enough... Chorus.
