| Ahh you people can watch while I’m scrubbing these floors
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| And I’m scrubbing these floors while you’re gawking
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| Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell
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| In this crummy southern town
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| In this pit of hotel
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| But you’ll never guess to who you’re talking
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| No
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| You’ll never guess to who you’re talking
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| Then one night there’s a scream in the night
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| And you wonder: «Who could that have been ?»
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| And you see me kind of grinning while I’m scrubbing
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| And you say «What she got to grin ?»
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| I’ll tell ya
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| There’s a ship
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| The black freighter
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| With a skull on it’s mast-head
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| Will be coming in
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| You gentlemen say: «Hey gal, finish them floors
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| What’s wrong with you? |
| Earn your keep here»
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| You toss me your tips and look to the ships
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| But I’m counting your heads as I’m making the beds
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| 'Cause there’s nobody gonna sleep here tonight
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| No
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| Nobody
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| No-one
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| No-one
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| Then one night there’s a scream in the night
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| And you say: «Who's that kicking up a row?»
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| And you see me kinda staring out the window
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| And you say: «What she got to stare at now ?»
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| I’ll tell ya
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| There’s a ship
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| The black freighter
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| Turns around in the harbour
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| Shooting guns from her bow
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| Well you gentlemen can wipe those smiles off your face
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| 'Cause every building in town is a flat one
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| This whole frigging place will be down to the ground
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| Only this cheap hotel standing up, safe and sound
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| And you yell: «Why do they spare that one?
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| «Why?
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| «Why the hell do they spare that one ?»
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| All the night through with the noise and to do
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| And you wonder: «Who is that person that lives up there ?»
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| And you see me stepping out in the morning
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| Looking fine with a ribbon in my hair
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| Well just look at me now
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| And a ship
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| The black freighter
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| Runs a flag up it’s mast-head
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| And a cheer rings the air. |
| Hey!
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| My ??? |
| on the dock is a swarming with men
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| Coming out from the ghostly freighter
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| They’re moving in the shadows where no-one can see
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| And they’re chaining up people
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| And delivering 'em to me
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| Asking me: «Kill them now or later ?»
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| Asking me: «Kill them now or later ?»
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| Noon by the clock and so still at the dock
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| You can hear a fog horn miles away
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| And in that quiet of death I’ll say:
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| «Right now !»
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| «Right now !»
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| And they pile up the bodies
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| And I’ll say: «That'll learn you
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| That’ll learn you.»
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| And the ship
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| The black freighter
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| Disappears out to sea
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| And
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| On
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| It
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| Is
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| Me ! |