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



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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



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Every number's a hero and every hero's a son

But every son's just a number when the battles begun



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