Mary Celeste lyrics

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

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

Are those who have little and those who have less

It's a quarter till dawn in the dim light

With already a mighty long queue

To breathe the air in the factory

Sowing up two under-dollar shoes

Like polar bears pacing in cages

And sweet shop cinnamon smell

The white neon lights always blazing

Nowhere to hide in this white neon hell

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

Are those who have little and those who have less

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 that 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 us kicking

And only one I'm gonna try

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

Are those who have little and those who have less

Less