Our ship [bad word] twice by a whale
Now dig in a bail
Before it is too late
With the brine up to our knees
All I can think is how you'll be 
The first to be eaten
You will, you will

With the [bad word] this deep you have to leave
All the things behind that you can't eat
Far too many adrift at sea
You are our chosen
Source of
Meat
With the brine up to our knees
All I can think is how you'll be 
The first to be eaten
You will, you will