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