Pirate Jenny (Live)

You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors

And I'm scrubbing the floors while you're gawking

Maybe once ya tip me, and it makes ya feel swell

In this crummy Southern town

In this crummy old hotel

But you'll never guess to who you're talking

No, you couldn't ever 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 kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin'

And you say

"What's she got to grin?"

I'll tell ya

"There's a ship

The Black Freighter

With a skull on its masthead

Will be comin' in"

You gentlemen can say

"Hey gal, finish them floors

Get upstairs

What's wrong with you?

Earn your keep here"

You toss me your tips

And look out to the ships

But I'm counting your heads

As I'm making the beds

'Cause nobody gonna sleep here

Tonight, nobody's gonna sleep here, honey

Nobody

Nobody

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's she got to stare at now?"

I'll tell ya

"There's a ship

The Black Freighter

Turns around in the harbor

Shootin' 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 frickin' 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"

That'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 its masthead

And a cheer rings the air

By noontime, the dock

Is a-swarmin' with men

Coming out from the ghostly freighter

And they move in the shadows

Where no one can see

And they're chaining up people

And they're bringing '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 foghorn miles away

And in that quiet of death

I'll say

"Right now, right now"

Then they pile up the bodies

And I'll say

"That'll learn ya"

And the ship

The Black Freighter

Disappears out to sea

And on it is me

Huh