Lyrics - Cabin Fever! by Cave Nick

The
Captain's fore-arm like buncht-up ropewith
A-
N-
I-
T-
A wrigglin free onto skull'n'daggerand a portrait of
Christ, nailed to an anchoretched into the upper...
Slams his fucken tin-dish down
Our
Captain, takes time to crush
Some
Bloo-
Bottles glowin in his gruelwith a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrap book stuck up with clagand a morbid lump of
Love in his flag.
Done is the
Missing, now all that remain
Is to sail forever, upon the stain
Cabin
Fever!
O o o'
Cabin
Fever!
The captain's free-hand is a clearerwhich he fashions his beard'n'he rations his jerkey!and carves his peg onto the finest mahagony!
Or was it
Ebony? etc...
Tallys up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch
Notch by notch, winter by winter
Notch x notch, winter x winter
Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter
O o
Cabin
Fever!
O o o
Cabin
Fever!
O the rollin sea still rollin on!
She's everywhere! now that she's gone!
Gone!
Gone!
O
Cabin
Fever!
O
Cabin
Fever!
Welcome to his table,
Beloved-
Unconscious
Raisin her host of hair from her crooksand strugglin to summony one of her looks!
His arm now like coild s-s-s-snakes
Whips all the bottles that he's drunken,like crystal-skittles about the cabin,of a ship they'd bin sailing
Five years sunken... etc..

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