The rats are leaving the ship
All hands on deck, this isn't a drill
The old sinking feeling won't quit
So batten those hatches and fire at will
Transmit a call of distress
A final attempt, a desperate cry
With any luck, some of our friends
Are nearby
It may be too late
We could all be lost at sea
So gentlemen make your peace
Hold it steady
We're dead in the water and out of control
We're at the mercy of the tide but it passed us by so long ago
And great crashing waves are tossing us to and fro
We've still got each other but nowhere to go
It's possible we could survive
The tempest will finish, the sun will appear
And everyone we left behind
Will see the whole time they had nothing to fear
If there's any way out of this fix
Jettison anything you may not need
And pray to whatever in which
You believe
This may be our fate
We could all be casualties
So hold your breath and prepare
For catastrophe
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