 A man once told us that no man is an island
But I know a man that thinks he’s an island
Drifting out to the sea, sand in his ears and lies on his tongue.
Jungle grows in your mind when you’re an island.
Welcome to the Island of Fear, the Island of Fear.
Deep down inside he wants out of here, he wants out of here
Welcome to the Island of Fear, the Island of Fear.
The Island of Fear, he drank too much beer,
Went home with a queer.
Filthy, hungry cannibals ringed around his soul.
He’s tied with the hair of shrunken heads to a bamboo pole.
He could drive them away with a flick of his wrist
or an ounce of self-denial.
Or a good deed done without asking for it back.
Welcome to the Island of Fear, the Island of Fear.
Deep down inside he wants out of here, he wants out of here
Welcome to the Island of Fear, the Island of Fear.
The Island of Fear, he drank too much beer,
Went home with a queer.
No one visits desert islands, no one likes to waste their time
Raising temples, building bridges if the island’s just a sinking ship.
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