S.S. St. August

Oh, S.S. St. August, Oh, S.S. St. August,
Lay in a cove, covered in rust.
Days dead and gone; she's getting so old,
But now do they know, she's still got a soul?

They mock her and taunt her, they've forgot her name.
Had she known this would happen, she wouldn't have came.
But she's stuck in that place, cut off from the world.
So desperate and confused, such a lost lonely girl.

As the bright sun dims out at the end of the day,
They're coming with torches to take her away.
Not one tear she sheds, she knows it's her time.
She knows she deserves this, but it still isn't right.

There's no place fro the old and decrepit on earth.
Years take away youth; they take away worth.
Poor S.S St. August would never find love.
But maybe lifes better in the sea up above.