Brought up in a world of changes   Part time cleaner in a holiday flat   I stare out to sea at the ships at night      No anesthesia   I'm going to work on it day to day   No zephyr, no light relief it seems      But maybe it's a dream   I'm lying back in a row of timber cases   Placed out on the dock with nightmare faces looking at me   And I can see now and I wanna be free now      This is my home, this is my sea   Don't paint it with the future of factories   I want to stay, I feel okay   There's nothing else that's perfect   I'll have my way      We're all sinking in our own mud   We're all sinking in our own mud      Brought up in a world of changes   Waste product pedestrian limb from limb   A short changed by the surfing priest again      Two children in the harbor   They play their games, storm water drain   Write their contract in the sand, it'll be gray for life      But you can draw the blind but you can't stop the sun   From shining on and on and getting you there   Tide forever beckons you to leave, something holds you back      It's not the promise of a swell or a girl just   The hope that some day, some way it'll be okay   So you stop and say      This is my home, this is my sea   Don't paint it with the future of factories   This is my life, this is my right   I'll make it what I want to   I'll stay and I'll fight      I'll fight and I'll fight and I'll fight   And I'll fight and I'll fight   I'll fight and I'll fight and I'll fight