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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.