S.O.S.

The band played and the cameras turned As the bottle smashed on her bow The flagship of the gilded age Moved slowly out to sea Never had such luxury Been seen afloat before They said she was unsinkable The fools were wrong once more S.O.S. (*) We're sinking fast, you better get to the boats S.O.S. The captain cried for God sakes save your souls Sailing on into the night Toward the northern star Laughter rang, people danced Under crystal chandeliers No-one sensed the danger In the unforgiving sea Steaming into legend A voyage into history (Repeat *) 2, 000 tortured souls cry out Cry out from their sleep Damned to spend eternity Travellers of the deep (Repeat *)