"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
I cosign [?] for Mary Celeste
For 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
I cosign [?] for Mary Celeste
For those who have little and those who have... less

From the guilty jury's guilty verdict
To the guilty judge who let him [?]
From date in court at ten tomorrow
To the surprise I just might [?]
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
I cosign [?] for Mary Celeste
For those who have little and those who have... less

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