There's a broken heel on the runway
All money at the Hempton'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 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
Now go, [?] for the Mary Celestе
For those who have little and thosе who have less

It's a quarter till dawn in the dim light
There's already a mighty long queue
To breathe the air in the factory
[?] up two hundred dollar shoe

Like polar bears pacing in cages
And sweet shops 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
Now go, [?] for the 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 swing
From my date in court at ten tomorrow
To the surprise I just might bring
From the old skin that I'm slowly shedding
To the fate that somehow won't die
There are only two ways of escaping
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
Now go, [?] for the Mary Celeste
For those who have little and those who have... less