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)