| Song | Cage in a Cave |
| Artist | Rasputina |
| Album | Oh Perilous World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Creager | |
| Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave | |
| On the northern tip of the island | |
| It was sort of a privacy place | |
| When he'd go there nobody could find him | |
| Humiliation was imminent | |
| He'd rather die than be sent back to England | |
| From this height he'd conduct his last fight | |
| Should a ship be sent in to pursue them | |
| Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave, | |
| And he'd go there to be alone | |
| Up a narrow and dangerous path to his mountainside cavern obsession | |
| He'd paint a picture, he'd comb his hair | |
| Anything to relieve his depression | |
| "Let history witness my honor is tossed | |
| And my men are all lost by extension." | |
| Fletcher Christian, he'd go to his cave when he needed to be alone | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| Oh, it's next to the water | |
| Oh yeah, he's Thursday's father | |
| Guess what his defense is? | |
| He's built himself a barricade of logs | |
| Sick of the backbiting | |
| And all the in-fighting | |
| Each sailor, he wants his own way | |
| If the island is his kingdom | |
| Where is all his freedom? | |
| Tahitian women are not all they say | |
| To fits of melancholy, he was increasingly prone | |
| In thinking back on what he'd done, he should have known | |
| That left to their own devices | |
| This kind of rabble would kill for a wife and | |
| He knew why Captain Bligh had gone off the deep end | |
| When they'd sent him back home | |
| Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave and he'd go there to be alone | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| In a cage in a cave |
| zuo qu : Creager | |
| Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave | |
| On the northern tip of the island | |
| It was sort of a privacy place | |
| When he' d go there nobody could find him | |
| Humiliation was imminent | |
| He' d rather die than be sent back to England | |
| From this height he' d conduct his last fight | |
| Should a ship be sent in to pursue them | |
| Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave, | |
| And he' d go there to be alone | |
| Up a narrow and dangerous path to his mountainside cavern obsession | |
| He' d paint a picture, he' d comb his hair | |
| Anything to relieve his depression | |
| " Let history witness my honor is tossed | |
| And my men are all lost by extension." | |
| Fletcher Christian, he' d go to his cave when he needed to be alone | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| Oh, it' s next to the water | |
| Oh yeah, he' s Thursday' s father | |
| Guess what his defense is? | |
| He' s built himself a barricade of logs | |
| Sick of the backbiting | |
| And all the infighting | |
| Each sailor, he wants his own way | |
| If the island is his kingdom | |
| Where is all his freedom? | |
| Tahitian women are not all they say | |
| To fits of melancholy, he was increasingly prone | |
| In thinking back on what he' d done, he should have known | |
| That left to their own devices | |
| This kind of rabble would kill for a wife and | |
| He knew why Captain Bligh had gone off the deep end | |
| When they' d sent him back home | |
| Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave and he' d go there to be alone | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| In a cage in a cave |
| zuò qǔ : Creager | |
| Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave | |
| On the northern tip of the island | |
| It was sort of a privacy place | |
| When he' d go there nobody could find him | |
| Humiliation was imminent | |
| He' d rather die than be sent back to England | |
| From this height he' d conduct his last fight | |
| Should a ship be sent in to pursue them | |
| Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave, | |
| And he' d go there to be alone | |
| Up a narrow and dangerous path to his mountainside cavern obsession | |
| He' d paint a picture, he' d comb his hair | |
| Anything to relieve his depression | |
| " Let history witness my honor is tossed | |
| And my men are all lost by extension." | |
| Fletcher Christian, he' d go to his cave when he needed to be alone | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| Oh, it' s next to the water | |
| Oh yeah, he' s Thursday' s father | |
| Guess what his defense is? | |
| He' s built himself a barricade of logs | |
| Sick of the backbiting | |
| And all the infighting | |
| Each sailor, he wants his own way | |
| If the island is his kingdom | |
| Where is all his freedom? | |
| Tahitian women are not all they say | |
| To fits of melancholy, he was increasingly prone | |
| In thinking back on what he' d done, he should have known | |
| That left to their own devices | |
| This kind of rabble would kill for a wife and | |
| He knew why Captain Bligh had gone off the deep end | |
| When they' d sent him back home | |
| Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave and he' d go there to be alone | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| In a cage in a cave | |
| In a cage in a cave |