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