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.
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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.