Night's the night that the waters rise,
y'all groping in the dark.
Ticket takers count the men who can afford the ark.
Ticket takers will not board,
the ticket takers are tied.
For five and change an hour,
they will count the passersby.
They say the sky's the limit,
but the sky's about to fall.
Down come all them record books, cradle and all.
They say before he bit it,
that the boxer felt no pain.
Somewhere there's a gambling man with a ticket in the rain.
Marianne,
I know I'm a long shot.
Oh,
Marianne, what else have you got?
I am a ticket taker, many tickets have I torn.
And I will be your ark,
we will float above the storm.
Many
years have passed in this river town,
sailed through many traps.
I keep a stock of weapons should society collapse.
I keep a stock of ammo,
one of oil and one of gold.
I keep a place for Marianne,
and soon she will come home.
Marianne,
I know I'm a long shot.
Oh,
Marianne, what else have you got?
I am a ticket taker, many tickets have I torn.
And I will be your ark,
we will float above the storm.
Marianne, I know I'm a long shot.
Marianne, what else have you got?
I am a ticket taker, many tickets have I torn.
And I will be your ark,
we will float above the storm.