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