Gm A# C Dm x2 F Gm A# The lanes were silent, there was nothing no-one C Dm F Nothing around for miles Gm A# C I danced a friendly venture with a hard-faced, 3-word gesture Chorus: Am I started something, and forced you to a zone A# C Dm And you were clearly never meant to go Am Hair brushed & parted, typical me, typical me, typical me A# C Dm 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.
