The wind stops blowing strongly
Heavy weather, heavy weather is coming
As long as the captain stays level-headed and knows what he wants
The crew wants to go home, the helmsman wants to move forward
The needle of the compass points in all directions
And the boatswain who sails with God studies his plum
And spits on the illegal cargo of slaves in the hold
We are all in the same ship
In the same boat, on the same seesaw
We are all in the same boat
And we can't figure it out
It's creaking on all sides, computers are shutting down
The captain has red spots and wears dark glasses
The boatswain who sails with God is now thinking of his wife and child
The orchestra keeps going, with Blowing in the Wind
And the passengers are polonaising drunkenly on the double deck
The crew is watching TV, they want beer and sex
We are all in the same ship, in the same boat
On the same cliff, we are with we're all in the same boat
And we can't figure it out
The cargo has started to shift, the captain is faxing with the shipping company
They are in serious conflict with the insurance company
About the exclusive rights to the images of the sinking
But the sponsorship is now complete, the TV is coming live
Half the world is watching with excitement with the crew
Watching images of the rolling of the waves of the sea
We're all in the same ship, in the same boat
In the same clip, we're all in the same boat
And we're getting there not out
We are all in the same ship, in the same boat
On the same seesaw, we are all in the same boat
And we cannot figure it out
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