Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian

staring out across the sea

torn apart by duties shackles

The twisted tongues oif loyalty

Well I sucked hard on every pleasure

til my head begun to spin

he'll choose between the whip and feather

and that is where the crime begins

Chorus

Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian

in paradise with the tables turned

Yes and I can feel the tatooists nedle

I can feel my neck and ankles burn

These south seas isles are cold and barren

but this civil war's been good for me

We took drugs and tore our uniforms

gave up our captain to the sea

Chorus

Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian

twisting off the serpents 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 of 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 got away