Say good morning, same six eyes,
Today you'll get your money's worth
To revolve or revolutionise
Or put it in the paperwork

You've been sold a winning hand
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

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,
(call you back home, call you from now, calling from home?)

You bury your head in the sand,
And 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