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