Snitches Get Stitches

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.