Текст песни Chumbawamba - Don`t Try This At Home
Chumbawamba - Don`t Try This At Home слова песни
It`s a long walk to the gallowsIt`s a small step to swing freeThe crying in the towerFor my conspirators and meGunpowder and modemAnd a dream of libertyAnd 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 CanuteYou`ll be walking back aloneTonight he`ll dine on oystersWhile we fall like green acornsWe`ll be putting down our rootsRight in the centre of the stormOh 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 gullsThe hum of streetsThe buzz of phonesThe march of feetWe`ll meet tonightTo draw up plans, exclamations, ampersandsSomewhere across the waterThey`re storming palace gatesScared of the moth-flame metaphorWe fall asleep and waitSinging for a future but the chorus comes too lateBecause 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 danceI`ve got another requestWith your best foot forwarext-align:center; dWe`ll lay this ghost to rest(Repeats)