Lyrics (Sometimes I Feel Like) Fletcher Christian - Mekons

(Sometimes I Feel Like) Fletcher Christian

Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian
Staring out across the sea
Torn apart by duty’s shackles
The twisted tongues of loyalty
Well I sucked hard on every pleasure
Til my head begun to spin
He’ll choose between the whip and feather
And that is where the crime begins
Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian
In paradise with the tables turned
Yes and I can feel the tatooist’s needle
I can feel my neck and ankles burn
These south seas isles are cold and barren
But this civil war’s been good for me
We took drugs and tore our uniforms
Gave up our captain to the sea
Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian
Twisting off the serpents head
For the mutiny I’ll shoot the big one
Hot and hungry, far from home
Through the sun and sea my skin is peeling
But it don’t make the pictures fade
Those shapes and symbols, I know their meaning
The shameless riches of another world
If I return they’re sure to hang me
So I guess I’ll have to stay
And if I should croak out in the darkness
No-one will know I got away