No Island Is a Man

I'm fighting for my life

Fighting for my son and wife

Eight-thousand miles to go

For a land I do not know

I could feel the Exocet

Lift me out my burning bed

Eight-thousand miles from home

For a flag I would not hold

When the red covers me

Tell my ma, I like the sea

I will wash up in the sand

Before this island makes me a man

I'm fighting for my life

Fighting for my country's wife

Eight-thousand miles we came

Too far for a dying game

I'm fighting for my life

Fighting for my son and wife

Eight-thousand miles or more

To the point of a pointless war

We will wash up in the sand

Before this island makes us a man