[Verse 1]
There's a broken heel on the runway
Old money at the Hampton’s brunch
There's an alarm clock ringing on a hot night
And a time card waiting to be punched
Lying there, on the dirty little futon
Mixed up with the overdue bills
There's a dirty little orange plastic bottle
With the last few dirty little pills
[Chorus]
For those who have little and those who have less
For those who have little and those who have less
Like ghosts on the deck of thе Mary Celeste
Thosе who have little and those who have less
[Verse 2]
It's a quarter 'til dawn in the dim light
There's already a mighty long queue
To breathe the air in the factory
Sewing up two hundred dollar shoes
Like polar bears pacing in cages
And a sweet sharp cinnamon smell
The white neon lights always blazing
Nowhere to hide in this white neon hell
[Chorus]
For those who have little and those who have less
For those who have little and those who have less
Like ghosts on the deck of the Mary Celeste
Those who have little and those who have less
[Verse 3]
From the guilty jury's guilty verdict
To the guilty judge who let him swing
From my date in court at ten tomorrow
To the surprise I just might bring
From the old skin that I'm slowly shedding
To the faith that somehow won't die
There are only two ways of escaping
And only one I'm gonna try
[Chorus]
For those who have little and those who have less
For those who have little and those who have less
Like ghosts on the deck of the Mary Celeste
Those who have little and those who have less
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