The lanes were silent, there was nothing no-one Nothing around for miles I danced a friendly venture with a hard-faced, 3-word gesture I started something, and forced you to a zone And you were clearly never meant to go Hair brushed & parted, typical me, typical me, typical me I started something, and now I'm not too sure I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr... That's what tradition means And I danced another venture with a gesture 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...... Chorus