Fletcher Christian
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D Sometimes I feel like FletcherG ChristianD A Staring out across the seaD G Torn apart by duty's shacklesD A D The twisted tongues of loyaltyG Well I sucked hard on every pleasureD A Till my head began to spinD He'll choose between the whip andG featherD A D And that is where his crimes beginG Sometimes I feel like FletcherD ChristianA D In paradise with the tables turnedContinúa después del anuncioYes, and I can feel the tattooist'sG needleD A D I feel my neck and ankles burn Those South Sea isles are cold andG barrenD A But this civil war's been good to meD Well, we took drugs and tore ourG uniformsD A D And gave our captain up to the seaG Sometimes I feel like FletcherD ChristianA D Twisting off the serpent's headG For the mutiny, I'll shoot the big oneD A D Hot and hungry, far from home Through the sun and sea, my skin isG peelingD A But it don't make the pictures fadeD Those shapes and symbols, I knowG their meaningD A The shameless riches from anotherD worldG If I return, they're sure to hang meD A So I guess, I'll have to stayD And if I should croak out in theG darknessD A D No one will know I've gone away.