Westwork - All Hands on Deck

'All hands on deck!'
We hear as the CFO resigns
'Abandon ship!'
The documents clearly cross a line

The chaplain sighs
'Amen, amen!'
We fold our hands
We're pious men and barely living...

Look back on empire days when we feasted by firelight
And what were we roasting
Well the people who were too weak to fight

We're shipwreckers all
Too deaf to hear the boatman's call
But up there a man can see forever...

Kind thoughts go out
To all of our comrades who will fall.
They dream of sidewalks
Carefully managed summer lawns

We ruled for a time
On the salty high seas
Lords of the brine
Now the pundits dance
On our watery graves

Written by:
Westwork

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