Lyrics:

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

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 gilded beams
That's what tradition means
And I doused another venture
With a gesture that was absolutely vile

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 gilded beams
That's what tradition means
And now eighteen months' hard labour seems
Fair enough

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 started something, I started something

Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure