Mud Island

Feeling full of beans where every notion of a dream that we can dream is almost written in the stars
Everything fantastic made of steel snot and elastic in the bombsites broken glass and rusting cars

Feeling a big fellow smoke John Cotton Cigarellos at mud island with my mates looking for rats
Playing 40 40 being good and being naughty till it's dark and time for home and that is that

Beyond the woods behind the flats a builders yard and I had kept under my hat that's where I'd found some nudie mags
Which I'd removed from the spot where they werе hidden, are you kidding, and I hid them in thе bottom of a bag

And when I showed them to my mates we all said 'Whooar!' But I relate to you right now that that is all we ever did
We were too young then I know for any other things to grow but there was pleasure in illicit for us kids

Mud Island
Mud Island
Mud Island
Mud Island

Crouch behind the sofa keeping extra deathly quiet as the rental man was knocking at the door
My mum somehow ashamed of the fact that we were skint and we just couldn't find the money anymore

And we weren't at all unique because we bathed just once a week and smelled of cabbages and milk warmed in the sun
It was all I ever knew, meet the wife and silly moo
It takes forever to grow up and then it's done

It takes forever to grow up and then it's done
It takes forever to grow up and then it's done
It takes forever to grow up and then it's done
It takes forever to grow up and then it's done
It takes forever to grow up and then it's done

Mud Island
Mud Island
Mud Island