[Verse 1]
The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard-faced
Three-word gesture
[Chorus]
I started something
I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly
Never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me
Typical me
I started something
...And now I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by the guilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
[Verse 2]
And I doused another venture
With a gesture
That was.... absolutely vile
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
And now eighteen months' hard labour
Seems...fair enough
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
Okay Stephen. Do that again