Battle Lines - The Temperance Movement

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