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? etc...











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... etc...