Cabin Fever

[Verse 1] The Captaings fore-arm like bunched-up rope With A-N-I-T-A wriggling free on a skull'n'dagger And a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor Etched into his upper... [Hook] O o o' Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever! [Verse 2] Slams his fucking tin-dish down Our Captain, takes time to crush Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel With a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag And a morbid lump of Love in his flags Done is the Missing, now all that remain Is to sail forever, upon the stain [Hook] Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever! [Verse 3] The captains free-hand is a cleaver Which he fashions his beard, and he rations his jerky! And carves his peg outta the finest mahogany! Or was it Ebony? etc... Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch For the sea offers nothing 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 [Hook] 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! [verse 4] Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious Raisin her host of hair from her crooks And struggling to summony one of her looks! His arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes Whips all the bottles that he's drunken Like crystal - skittles about the cabin Of a ship they'd been sailing Five years sunken... etc...