Jon Langford
Sometimes I Feel Like Fletcher Christian
Sometimes I feel like Fletcher ChristianStaring out across the seaTorn apart by duties shacklesThe twisted tongues oif loyaltyWell I sucked hard on every pleasureTil my head begun to spinHe'll choose between the whip and featherAnd that is where the crime beginsSometimes I feel like Fletcher ChristianIn paradise with the tables turnedYes and I can feel the tatooists nedleI can feel my neck and ankles burnThese south seas isles are cold and barrenBut this civil war's been good for meWe took drugs and tore our uniformsGave up our captain to the seaSometimes I feel like Fletcher ChristianTwisting off the serpents headFor the mutiny I'll shoot the big oneHot and hungry, far from homeThrough the sun and sea my skin is peelingLetras de cancionesBut it don't make the pictures fadeThose shapes and symbols, I know their meaningThe shameless riches of another worldIf I return they're sure to hang meSo I guess I'll have to stayAnd if I should croak out in the darknessNo-one will know I got away
From Letras Mania