Текст песни Don't Try This At Home - Chumbawamba
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
to
end)
Don't
try
this
at
home
(repeats
to
end)
Try
this
at
home
(repeats
to
end)
So
we're
coming
to
the
last
dance
I've
got
another
request
With
your
best
foot
forward
We'll
lay
this
ghost
to
rest
So
we're
coming
to
the
last
dance
I've
got
another
request
With
your
best
foot
forward
We'll
lay
this
ghost
to
rest
So
we're
coming
to
the
last
dance
I've
got
another
request
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