Am  C  D  Em  Am  C  D  Em

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 I'm not too sure

   Am
I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr
        C               D        Em         G
That's what tradition means
      Am                            C
And I danced another venture with a gesture
                     D
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