Feel So Bad Cabin Fever Lyrics

Cabin Fever Lyrics

The Captain's 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 remain

Is to sail forever, upon the stain

Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!



The captain's free-hand is a cleaver

which he fashions his beard, n' he rations his jerkey!

and carves his peg outa the finest mahagony!

Or was it Ebony?



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 remain

Is to sail forever, upon the stain

Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!



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 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... 



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 remain

Is to sail forever, upon the stain

Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!