No Man's Land

Say good morning, same sick signs

Today you'll get your money's worth

To revolve or revolutionise

Or put it in the paperwork

You've been sold to any member

Take a bow and raise your glass to no man's land

And it all goes right to plan

Play another round for another chance

As simple as simple mistakes

You hang your trouble in the sky

And one boy scout gone bad

A piece of cake

And let the think tank decide

You bury your head in the sand

As you rise to raise your glass to no man's land

And it all goes right to plan

You play another round for another chance

You bury your head in the sand

Take a bow and raise your glass to no man's land

And it all went right to plan

And you play another round if you get another chance

No man's land