The Ship

You never signed the dotted line
But you played the game most every night
It’s not a crime, but you know it isn’t right

They know your face and how you sound
They even let you come around
It’s not your fault, but maybe you’re the one to blame

When the ship goes down
Who will save and who will you drown?
Will the lifeboat hold
All of your silver and all of your gold?

Underneath the stained veneer
Things are finally coming clear
It could be true or it could be what you use to cope

It’s not an easy call
Our back’s against the wall
A thousand people are screaming
Something’s got to change, change, change
Something’s got to change, change, change