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