Solid ground where all the stakes are high
What a place to be
Twist the screw down, 1 and 1 make five
Completely, fools rules and escapades
Stone the man excepted to the rule
Position of abuse
Instrumental servant sitting cool
No use, they'll use him anyway

Lead the old high horse to lower ground
Crack the whip, welcome to the misery
Think they're more, think they'rе sure
Think we're all born yеsterday

All born yesterday
Open eyed insolent set
All born yesterday

Crush the one that dares to break a rule
With nothing left to lose
Take a chance on going up in smoke
Old news, planned falls and accidents
Problematic, reckless, volatile
Gone without a trace
Hollow man sits guilty with a smile
Dead waste, no case, no evidence
Lead the old high horse to lower ground
Crack the whip, welcome down to misery
Think they're more, think they're sure
Think we're all born yesterday

All born yesterday
Open eyed insolent set
All born yesterday
More planned out falls and accidents
Questions without evidence
More altered rules and escapades
Born excused, the old boys way

All born reckless with a smile
Talk with nothing much to say
A new excuse without denial
Think they're more, think they're sure
Think we're all born reckless with a smile
Born with nothing much to say
Crack the whip, welcome to the misery
Think they're more, think they're sure
Think we're all born yesterday