Out On An Island - Cock Sparrer

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 tell 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. every number's a hero and every hero's a son. and every son's just a number, when the battles begun.

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