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Tonight's the night when the waters rise You're groping in the dark The ticket takers count the men who can afford the ark The ticket takers will not board, for the ticket takers are tied For five and change an hour, they will count the passers-by 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 But somewhere there's a gambling man with a ticket in the rain Mary Anne, I know I'm a long shot But Mary Anne, 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, I've 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 Mary Anne, soon she will come home Mary Anne, I know I'm a long shot But Mary Anne, 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 Mary Anne, I know I'm a long shot But Mary Anne, what else have you got? I am a ticket taker, many tickets have I torn And I will be your ark From Letras Mania