the smiths
i started something i couldn't finish
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 guilded beams Uh, 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 guilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means And now eighteen months' hard labor Seems fair enough  I started something And 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  OK Stephen, do that again?