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"