| You people can watch while IЂ™m scrubbing these floors |
| And IЂ™m scrubbinЂ™ the floors while youЂ™re gawking |
| Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell |
| In this crummy southern town |
| In this crummy old hotel |
| But youЂ™ll never guess to who youЂ™re talkinЂ™. |
| No. you couldnЂ™t ever guess to who youЂ™re talkinЂ™. |
| Then one night thereЂ™s a scream in the night |
| And youЂ™ll wonder who could that have been |
| And you see me kinda grinninЂ™ while IЂ™m scrubbinЂ™ |
| And you say, whatЂ™s she got to grin? |
| IЂ™ll tell you. |
| ThereЂ™s a ship |
| The black freighter |
| With a skull on itЂ™s masthead |
| Will be coming in |
| You gentlemen can say, hey gal, finish them floors! |
| Get upstairs! whatЂ™s wrong with you! earn your keep here! |
| You toss me your tips |
| And look out to the ships |
| But IЂ™m counting your heads |
| As IЂ™m making the beds |
| Cuz thereЂ™s nobody gonna sleep here, honey |
| Nobody |
| Nobody! |
| Then one night thereЂ™s a scream in the night |
| And you say, whoЂ™s that kicking up a row? |
| And ya see me kinda starinЂ™ out the winda |
| And you say, whatЂ™s she got to stare at now? |
| IЂ™ll tell ya. |
| ThereЂ™s a ship |
| The black freighter |
| Turns around in the harbor |
| ShootinЂ™ guns from her bow |
| Now |
| You gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face |
| Cause every building in town is a flat one |
| This whole frickinЂ™ place will be down to the ground |
| Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound |
| And you yell, why do they spare that one? |
| Yes. |
| ThatЂ™s what you say. |
| Why do they spare that one? |
| All the night through, through the noise and to-do |
| You wonder who is that person that lives up there? |
| And you see me stepping out in the morning |
| Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair |
| And the ship |
| The black freighter |
| Runs a flag up itЂ™s masthead |
| And a cheer rings the air |
| By noontime the dock |
| Is a-swarminЂ™ with men |
| CominЂ™ out from the ghostly freighter |
| They move in the shadows |
| Where no one can see |
| And theyЂ™re chaininЂ™ up people |
| And theyЂ™re bringinЂ™ em to me |
| AskinЂ™ me, |
| Kill them now, or later? |
| AskinЂ™ me! |
| Kill them now, or later? |
| Noon by the clock |
| And so still by the dock |
| You can hear a foghorn miles away |
| And in that quiet of death |
| IЂ™ll say, right now. |
| Right now! |
| Then theyЂ™ll pile up the bodies |
| And IЂ™ll say, |
| ThatЂ™ll learn ya! |
| And the ship |
| The black freighter |
| Disappears out to sea |
| And |
| On |
| It |
| Is |
| Me |