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 only 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 and cried what they had called him With my blue eyes and a name the same as mine
Hurricane in the natural order You 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 only vice When the money ain’t winning the war You redraw the battle lines Alright, alright, alright
Blood stain in 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 only vice When the money ain’t winning the war You redraw the battle lines Alright
Redraw the battle lines Redraw the battle lines Redraw, redraw, redraw