Don't Try This At Home Lyrics - Singles - 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 center 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 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

Don't, don't, don't, don't 

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