Rearranging Deckchairs On the Titanic (M. Brooks)
A song about concentrating on things that are unimportant and completely missing the bigger picture.
Oh no!
We're heading for disaster
Full speed
Can't go any faster
Too bad
We don't have a master plan
Looks bad
There is no denying
It's sad
We're not even trying
Where now?
Jumped out of the frying pan
CHORUS
We're sailing from the sunshine and heading for the gloom
There's every reason in the world to panic
But while I can't escape the feeling of impending doom
We're rearranging deckchairs on the Titanic
No no it's not alright
No no it's not OK
No no you can't see the problem
'Cause you never listen to a word I say
No no I'm not depressed
No no and you're not manic
No no we're just fine
Rearranging deckchairs on the Titanic
Strange forces
Tearing us asunder
Why us?
I can't help but wonder
We're fucked
As far as I can understand
Still we
Carry on regardless
Blindly stumbling in the darkness
We're lost
In a cruel and heartless land
CHORUS
REPEATS
(c) 2007 Katt Pie Records