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Fletcher Christian

Mekons

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D G Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian D A Staring out across the sea D G Torn apart by duty's shackles D A D The twisted tongues of loyalty G Well I sucked hard on every pleasure D A Till my head began to spin D G He'll choose between the whip and feather D A D And that is where his crimes begin G D Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian A D In paradise with the tables turned G Yes, and I can feel the tattooist's needle D A D I feel my neck and ankles burn G Those South Sea isles are cold and barren D A But this civil war's been good to me D G Well, we took drugs and tore our uniforms D A D And gave our captain up to the sea G D Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian A D Twisting off the serpent's head G For the mutiny, I'll shoot the big one D A D Hot and hungry, far from home G Through the sun and sea, my skin is peeling D A But it don't make the pictures fade D G Those shapes and symbols, I know their meaning D A D The shameless riches from another world G If I return, they're sure to hang me D A So I guess, I'll have to stay D G And if I should croak out in the darkness D A D No one will know I've gone away.
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