devil loved me

Torpedos skim the surface toward the ship
and I give out a frightened warning yell
"Death to the starboard," as we roll and dip
"Death to the stern, come on, let's go to hell!"
"My ship, my ship, she sinks", I think, "she sinks."
with her my life, my friends, brothers and dreams
only songs and sadness here at life's brink
silent songs of dead men gone so it seems
Torpedos cuddled with the i-beams sunk
now resting content with a job well done
and the scuttled hulk where the shark spelunk
a holy grave for bones unbleached by sun
but that was before the devil loved me
before my bones were bare as bare could be.