Текст песни Cabin Fever!

The captains fore-arm like bunched-up rope
With A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull 'n dagger
And a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor
Etched into his upper

O, O, O cabin fever!
O, O, O cabin fever!

Slams his fucken 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 remains
Is to sail forever, upon the stain

Cabin fever!
O, O, O cabin fever!

The captains free-hand is a cleaver
Which he fashions his beard, and he rations his jerkey
And carves his peg outa the finest mahagony
Or was it ebony? Etc.Nick Cave & The Bad Seed - Cabin Fever! - http://ru.motolyrics.com/nick-cave-and-the-bad-seed/cabin-fever-lyrics.html

Tallies 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 crooks
And strugglin' to summon one of her looks
His arm now like coiled s-s-snakes

Whips all the bottles that he's drunk
Like crystal, skittles about the cabin
Of a ship they'd been sailing
Five years sunken, etc.