Don't Try This At Home

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