I Started Something I Couldn't Finish
The lanes were silentThere was nothing, no one, nothing around for milesI doused our friendly ventureWith a hard facedThree word gesture
I started somethingI forced you to a zoneAnd you were clearlyNever meant to goHair brushed and partedTypical me, typical meI started something and now I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by the guilded beamsThat's what tradition meansAnd I doused another ventureWith a gesture that was absolutely vile
I started somethingI forced you to a zoneAnd you were clearlyNever meant to goHair brushed and partedTypical me, typical meI started something and now I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by the guilded beamsThat's what tradition meansAnd now eighteen months' hard labour seems fair enough
I started somethingAnd I forced you to a zoneAnd you were clearlyNever meant to goHair brushed and partedTypical me, typical meI started something and now I'm not too sure