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Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian

Staring out across the sea

Torn apart by duty's shackles

The twisted tongues of loyalty

Well I sucked hard on every pleasure

Till my head began to spin

He'll choose between the whip and feather

And that is where his crimes begin

Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian

In paradise with the tables turned

Yes, and I can feel the tattooist's needle

I feel my neck and ankles burn

Those South Sea isles are cold and barren

But this civil war's been good to me

Well, we took drugs and tore our uniforms

And gave our captain up to the sea

Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian

Twisting off the serpent's head

For the mutiny, I'll shoot the big one

Hot and hungry, far from home

Through the sun and sea, my skin is peeling

But it don't make the pictures fade

Those shapes and symbols, I know their meaning

The shameless riches from another world

If I return, they're sure to hang me

So I guess, I'll have to stay

And if I should croak out in the darkness

No one will know I've gone away.