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 don't go looking over your shoulder for me
Every number's a hero and every hero's a son But every son's just a number when the battles begun