Cabin Fever! Lyrics - Singles - Cave Nick

The Captain's fore-arm like buncht-up rope 

with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin free onto skull'n'dagger 

and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor 

etched into the upper... 

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 scrap book stuck up with clag 

and a morbid lump of Love in his flag. 

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 clearer 

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

and carves his peg onto the finest mahagony! 

Or was it Ebony? etc... 

Tallys 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 coild s-s-s-snakes 

Whips all the bottles that he's drunken, 

like crystal-skittles about the cabin, 

of a ship they'd bin sailing 

Five years sunken... etc..