Evil Island Home - Kevin Coyne

See the sand and the white birds swooping low

I see the sea and the dead fish floating by

I see the grass as it’s growing up my door

And hear my dog as he’s crying for his bone

This is my home, my evil island home

This is my home, my evil island home

See the stoat and the sharp-billed razorbill

You know they’re pecking away

At my crumbling window sills

And the ice on the mountain range below

Is starting to melt

And we’ll soon be washed with snow

This is my home, my evil island home

Oh, this is my home, my evil island home

I want to fly but they’ve taken my wings away

I want to run but I know I have to stay

I may coax the beast that wanders on the shore

To lend me his back, so I can ride away once more

This is my home, my evil island home

Oh, this is my home, my evil island home