Old Unsinkable

Old Unsinkable sunk and who'd'a thunk it Like it wasn't written all on the walls and hailed by trumpets Like it wasn't telegraphed by nickname and life rafts And the way they cut the christening cake right in half There's Father Time lookin' awkward on his own throne Pardon me while I make myself at home "Tell me, sir, have you got a sec?" He asked, "Is that a joke?" I said, "Not yet." Seated at the feast of the Armageddon Beast In the underworld beatin' a sheet of gold fleeced From the petals of the marigold, story told, credits roll Netherfallen letters from aloft caught in a whirlhole