Burn down the tree house we built
And relocate to a cave
Our Living Island escape
We'll join the giant killers
Shoot them from the air
And make appeals to the mayor
The old world was never really meant for us
The bone-crushing work weeks
The daughters and sons of industry
We got an eyeful
We got an eyeful
We got an eyeful
And points for style for living like Jack Wild
Take down the drawings you made
We'll leave by suppertime
Like half-wit masterminds
Ignore the bats and witches
And stay close to my side
If we don't breath they won't bite
Last chance you're never gonna get away
I know your head it aches to go
My headphones told me so
We got an eyeful
We got an eyeful
We got an eyeful
And points for style for living like Jack Wild