Oh this is what we need
A line in the sand
I would cross to here
Before the tide comes in
And you should be less rude
You don’t know what it might do for you
I’d be less rude to you
We might just get along, too
You sit on your high horse
And you spout your high horse shite
I’m afraid you’ve been misled
Your high horse is in fact a pony
I’ll take that back now take that back
You should take that back, back, back