Fletcher Christian

[D]Sometimes I feel like [G]Fletcher Christian

Staring out[D] across the [A]sea

Torn apart[D] by duty's sh[G]ackles

The twisted [D]tongues[A] of loyal[D]ty

Well I sucked hard on every [G]pleasure

Till my [D]head began to [A]spin

He'll choose be[D]tween the whip and [G]feather

And that is[D] where[A] his crimes [D]begin

Sometimes I [G]feel like Fletcher [D]Christian

In para[A]dise with the tables [D]turned

Yes, and I can feel the tattooist's [G]needle

I feel my [D]neck[A] and ankles [D]burn

Those South Sea isles are cold and [G]barren

But this civil [D]war's been good to [A]me

Well, we took [D]drugs and tore our [G]uniforms

And gave our [D]captain[A] up to the [D]sea

Sometimes I [G]feel like Fletcher [D]Christian

Twisting [A]off the serpent's [D]head

For the mutiny, I'll shoot the [G]big one

Hot and [D]hungry,[A] far from [D]home

Through the sun and sea, my skin is [G]peeling

But it don't [D]make the pictures [A]fade

Those shapes and [D]symbols, I know their [G]meaning

The shameless [D]riches[A] from another [D]world

If I return, they're sure to [G]hang me

So I [D]guess, I'll have to [A]stay

And if I should [D]croak out in the dar[G]kness

No one will [D]know[A] I've gone aw[D]ay.