It's a long walk to the gallows
   It's a small step to swing free
   The crying in the tower
   For my conspirators and me
   Gunpowder and modem
   And a dream of liberty
   And then they'll tell you, 'Don't try this at home'
   Oh yes they'll tell you, 'Don't try this at home'
   If you walk on the beach with King Canute
   You'll be walking back alone
   Tonight he'll dine on oysters
   While we fall like green acorns
   We'll be putting down our roots
   Right in the centre of the storm
   Oh but they'll tell you, 'Don't try this at home'
   Oh yes they'll tell you, 'Don't try this at home'
   The cry of gulls
   The hum of streets
   The buzz of phones
   The march of feet
   We'll meet tonight
   To draw up plans, exclamations, ampersands
   Somewhere across the water
   They're storming palace gates
   Scared of the moth-flame metaphor
   We fall asleep and wait
   Singing for a future but the chorus comes too late
   Because they'll tell you, 'Don't try this at home'
   Oh yes they'll tell you, 'Don't try this at home'
   Don't, don't, don't, don't (Repeats)
   Don't try this at home (Repeats)
   Try this at home (Repeats)
   So we're coming to the last dance
   I've got another request
   With your best foot forwarext-align:center; d
   We'll lay this ghost to rest
   (Repeats)