Miserable Meal (with the NZSO)

Somebody is in my kitchen
Cooking up a miserable meal
They hide themselves in shame but I know them
It ain't hard to recognise yourself

All aboard the S.S. Shithole
Enlisting now for several years
The captain says we'll make it but I disagree
I'm packing my bags and I'm jumping ship

And what a time to find out
I don't know how to swim
Will someone throw me a line and pull me back in?
I guess I'd rather go down with this wreck than fade out alone
Out on the sea

Back aboard the S. S. Shithole
The water's pouring steadily in
We're mailing out the ballots before we go down
A little confidence in a moment of doom

And what a time to find out
I don't know how to swim
Will someone throw me a line and pull me back in?
I guess I'd rather go down with this wreck than fade out alone
Out on the sea