.The captain's arm like the bunched-up rope
And Anita wriggling free on a skull and dagger>And a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor>Etched into his upper>Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, cabin fever>Oh, oh, oh cabin fever>Slams his fucking tin-dish down
Our captain takes time to crush
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