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Marc Almond - Pirate Jenny lyrics
Ahh, you people can watch
 While I'm scrubbing these floors
 And I'm scrubbing these floors
 While you're gawking
 Maybe once you tip me
 And it makes you feel swell
 In this crummy southern town
 In this pit of hotel
 But you'll never guess
 To who you're talking
 No, you'll never guess
 To who you're talking
 Then one night there's
 A scream in the night
 And you wonder
 "Who could that have been?"
 And you see me kind of grinning
 While I'm scrubbing
 And you say "What she got to grin?"
 I'll tell ya there's a ship
 The black freighter
 With a skull on it's mast head
 Will be coming in
 You gentlemen say
 "Hey gal, finish them floors
 What's wrong with you?
 Earn your keep here"
 You toss me your tips
 And look to the ships
 But I'm counting your heads
 As I'm making the beds
 'Cause there's nobody
 Gonna sleep here tonight
 No, nobody, no one, no one
 Then one night there's
 A scream in the night
 And you say
 "Who's that kicking up a row?"
 And you see me kinda
 Staring out the window
 And you say
 "What she got to stare at now?"
 I'll tell ya there's a ship
 The black freighter
 Turns around in the harbor
 Shooting guns from her bowMarc Almond - Pirate Jenny - http://motolyrics.com/marc-almond/pirate-jenny-lyrics.html
 Well, you gentlemen can wipe
 Those smiles off your face
 'Cause every building
 In town is a flat one
 This whole frigging 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?
 "Why?"
 "Why the hell do they spare that one?"
 All the night through
 With the noise and to do
 And you wonder
 "Who is that person that lives up there?"
 And you see me
 Stepping out in the morning
 Looking fine with
 A ribbon in my hair
 Well, just look at me now
 And a ship, the black freighter
 Runs a flag up it's mast head
 And a cheer rings the air, hey
 My [unverified] on the dock
 Is a swarming with men
 Coming out from the ghostly freighter
 They're moving in the shadows
 Where no one can see
 And they're chaining up people
 And delivering 'em to me
 Asking me
 "Kill them now or later?"
 Asking me
 "Kill them now or later?"
 Noon by the clock
 And so still at the dock
 You can hear a fog horn miles away
 And in that quiet of death I'll say
 "Right now, right now"
 And they pile up the bodies and I'll say
 "That'll learn you, that'll learn you"
 And the ship, the black freighter
 Disappears out to sea
 And on it is me













