Mary Celeste

[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