They say "the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry" / Odds ten to one, conclusions drawn, solutions barely tried Dissenting youth assemble 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.