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