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)