Battle Lines

raised my eyes to light beyond the surface
stretched my fingers upon the virgin sand
dragged my belly across the open danger
stimulation few could understand
blood stain on my moral fibre
bleached out but it’s never been right
reclaimed by a hob-nailed hipster
reaching for his better side
who knew I was a fine grind gangster
heart beating by my inly vice
when the money ain’t winning the war
you redraw the battle lines
further over I spied the weaker brother
suicidal by his own design
raised his head up an cried what they had called him
with my blue eyes and a name the same as mine
hurricane in the natural order
best dive if you missed the ark
when the high tide pulling you down
you swim like a tiger shark
who knew I was a fine grind gangster
heart beating by my inly vice
when the money ain’t winning the war
you redraw the battle lines
blood stain on my moral fibre
bleached out but it’s never been right
reclaimed by a hob-nailed hipster
reaching for his better side
who knew I was a fine grind gangster
heart beating by my inly vice
when the money ain’t winning the war
you redraw the battle lines
(Lyrics taken from the vinyl album booklet — Flip)