BETWEEN THE FLAGS

Between the flags this party’s got a list,
You best not be a faggot or against drinking the piss
And it’s alright, yeah it’s alright.

Between the flags
In the secrecy of sex,
Oh come the Sunday sizzle, rescue reeled in by your neck
And I’m alright, yes I’m alright.

Between the flags
Enjoy the sullen march
And never figure drinking salt water leaves you parched
You’ll be alright, just alright

Between the flags
You gotta hold back
Or take a nose dive into some old mate’s bigot trap
And that just ain’t right, don’t tell me it’s alright

You don’t want to swim against the tide
Whatever you feel boy you better hide
You wanna fit in with the top crew
You wanna fuck the babes suck brew
Every night, between the flags

But I’m breaking
I’m putting the fake in
I’m trashing the club house and sending it over your head

I’m true fashion
You know I’ll be bashing
But laying them into the cap of yellow & red

So whistle in
And we’ll go hell for leather
You nut hugging nuisance
Your hide so weathered

Baptised in a pale of piss
And the sacrament of the sea!

That’s Steve over there on the beachfront,
Head held in the sand, that’s Steve and his old man

Cop the abuse in the heat son, c’mon take it like a man
That’s life between the flags