Don't Give Up the Ship

She's a stout old vessel with a keel of steel and a heart within that beats strong
Carved by imperfect men who hoped she'd still be here long after they were gone
We are her crew, the stewards of her fate and champions of her good name
When the seas rise up and the weatherglass drops, we must carry on the flame
We each came aboard at our own port, as different as day is from night
But if we fail to stand together now, to the sharks we'll all taste alike

Don't give up the ship
With hope and heart we'll say
Don't give up the ship
Steady on, come what may

Forty-odd captains have taken command, each daring to prove their skill
Her hull bears the scars where many a reef triumphed over their will
In the dark below decks, mutinous crews threaten to seize control
Lusting after a rewritten past that never was fair for all
Heroes in their own fever dream, swathed in their flags of hate
Urged on by men with seditious hearts who'll never catch their own whiff of the grape

Don't give up the ship
We'll fight and carry the day
Don't give up the ship
Steady on, come what may

They storm the aftcastle and our lines bend, but our resolve holds fast
As we lock arms and refuse to bow, we repel them with one last gasp
We try to mend the sails and ourselves, and see yet another dawn
Only to stand at the rails and watch yet another storm gather on the horizon
Now her keel is broken and her rudder askew. How long can this voyage go on?
How long before we must man the boats and say we've had a good run?

Don't give up the ship
There's still light left in the day
Don't give up the ship
Steady on, come what may

Don't give up the ship
How much more can she take?
Don't give up the ship
What if she's going down anyway?