They say “the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry” Odds ten to one, conclusions drawn, solutions barely tried Dissenting youth a**emble truth, ammunition for the fight
We knew our time had come, a battle almost won, a target in our sights.
If we pull this off, we'll bathe in glory
In a week, they'll all be sorry
We could tell a different story now
A tale of bolt cutters and balaclavas
Liberation, love and ardour
We don't ever plan on backing down.
You know that I had so much hope for the stories we might write
But we lost the plot while we were piecing it together, yeah we lost the plot while we were piecing it together
Yeah I had so much hope for the stories we might write
But we lost the plot while we were piecing it together, yeah we lost the plot that night.
Special branch is pounding on the door
There's annotated blueprints left strewn out across the floor Incriminating evidence
We lost our grip on common sense
Informants in our midst, right from the start,
Screaming, “face down, hands behinds behind your head” There's no time to get our stories straight
We were panic stricken, caught off guard
A rendezvous with Scotland Yard, There's no escape, we're falling hard.