A5        C5    D5   E5            A5      C5    D5   E5

G5  A5                            C5
  The lanes were silent, there was nothing no-one
 D5                E5      G5
Nothing around for miles
  A5                           C5           D5
I danced a friendly venture with a hard-faced, 3-word gesture


Chorus
B5
I started something, and forced you to a zone
             C5      D5             E5
And you were clearly never meant to go
B5
Hair brushed & parted, typical me, typical me, typical me
          C5              D5             E5
I started something, and now I'm not too sure


I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr...
That's what tradition means
And I danced another venture with a gesture
That was absolutely violent

Chorus

I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr...
That's what tradition means
And now 18 months hard labour
seems..... fair enough......

Chorus