Текст (слова) песни: Chumbawamba - Don`t Try This At Home
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)
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