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