I met the King of England once
But the guys at the deli back home
They don't believe me
I ride my bike all around
Round my hometown
Where nobody knows me

And they say that the problem is mine and I should take
Take a more positive line on the situation
When solutions are staring me right in the face
Yet we've run out of time
But if I do what you'd say everything would be fine

Well no thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
Cash it in and stick to the end
No thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
Can't you see than I need this to end

I had a dream about a song
It was so strong
It made all the rights wrong
But when I went to write it all down
Capture the sound
You won't believe what I found

Yeah it all came out bad, mad and sad when I played it
It sounded like, more like a fad that had lasted
A little too long that it had and I realised
That this was as good as it got
There's no snowmen in hell 'cause it's too fuckin' hot

So no thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
Cash it in and stick to the end
No thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
Can't you see than I need this to end

Yeah I thought that I knew who I was
What did I know?
Nothing, or all the above did I mention
Those hip new ideas that I got from you last week
They sucked all the life out of life in a heartbeat
And ripped mine right out of my chest

Right through
But you already knew that was true
Since you tried it the first time, in 1989
When you were the one in my shoes
And some asshole like you told you what you should do
When you do what you do
And you had to do it how he wanted you to
Have you learned how to live with regret
Yeah I can't get these things in my head
'cause if I turned out like you I would wish I was dead
No thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island

Writer : BROWN, BRENDAN B.
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing