The ship is sinking.

Our life boats float away,

Vacant of remorse for the damned.

Vacant of those they were meant to save.

While The captain is asleep.

The first mates are scared in the corner.

And the swabbie is behind the wheel.

Fire in the powder room,

Water flowing up from the bilge.

The fool is steering us abeam of the wind,

With rocks straight ahead.