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