Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cock Sparrer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colin McFaull
Songwriter
Mickey Beaufoy
Songwriter
Steve Bruce
Songwriter
Steve Burgess
Songwriter
Lyrics
Everybody's got a number tattooed on their soul
And the time's gonna come boy, when your number's called
Everybody gets a uniform and a hut to live in
They give you your rank, you tell 'em your next of kin
And there's no escape for the likes of you, my friend
But I'm gonna be out on an island
In the middle of the bright blue sea
Out on an island
Where nobody's gonna bother looking for me
Everybody gets the training, in the wind and the rain
Ten miles cross country, driving you insane
Everybody gets to jump the hoop and march in time
You just gotta remember you gotta toe the line
So dont go looking over your shoulder for me
But I'm gonna be out on an island
In the middle of the bright blue sea
Out on an island
Where nobody's gonna bother looking for me
Every number's a hero and every hero's a son
But every son's just a number when the battles begun
So don't go waiting on the corner for me
But I'm gonna be out on an island
In the middle of the bright blue sea
Out on an island
Where nobody's gonna bother looking for me
But I'm gonna be out on an island
In the middle of the bright blue sea
Out on an island
Where nobody's gonna bother looking for me
But I'm gonna be out on an island
Out on an island
Out on an island
Out on an island
Out on an island
Writer(s): Michael Beaufoy, Stephen John Burgess, Steve Bruce, Collin Mcfaull
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