Just before the sunrise, I look out at the angry sea
Sitting here just thinking, how deep would be deep enough for me?
Pushed into a corner, just about to blow a fuse
We're heading for disaster, enough to make the front page news
The World spins round, who'll save the day? not the old school ties
They shape the truth, financial gain is the prize
Hang them high, hang them high
Hang them high, hang them high
The World spins round, who'll save the day? not the old school ties
They shape the truth; financial gain is the prize
The World spins round, who'll save the day? not the old school ties
They shape the truth; financial gain is the prize