The Fleet engineers song.

They sail on foreign skies
Poor lil' guys with their tool belts, with their tool belts,
Who risk their lives every day
Engineers yes here we are, yes here we are
To be part of this elite
You have to know how to drink'n'sing, drink'n'sing !
As we are not sure to live
We better have to enjoy it, Enjoy it !

CHORUS:
But after all
Who the hell cares ?
Nobody cares !
Tra la la after the unending dive
You will have ceased to live
A thousand meters underground
It will be your graveyard

Since we've never been lucky
The space ship won't come back, it won't come back !
After five weeks more than a month
In the newspapers they will talk, yes they will talk !
Of the little guys, the sailors
Who, for their ship, for their ship !
Have one fine day given their lives,
To die in the endless space, the endless space !

CHORUS

And if one day my life ends
My fiancée won't die of it, won't die it !
After a year and a semester
Another guy she will find, yes she will find !
And my poor nescient mother
Of all the evil that filled her, that filled her
To mass will go on Sunday
To mourn and to pray, and to cry !

CHORUS