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Tonight's the night when the waters riseYou're groping in the darkThe ticket takers count the men who can afford the arcThe ticket takers will not boardFor the ticket takers are tiedFor five and change an hourThey will count the passers byThey say the sky's the limitBut the sky's about to fallDown come all them record books cradle and allThey say before he bit itThat the boxer felt no painBut somewhere there's a gamblin' manWith a ticket in the rainMary Anne, I know I'm a long shotBut Mary Anne, what else have you gotI am a ticket taker, many tickets have I tornAnd I will be your arc, we will float above the stormMany years have passed in this river townI've sailed through many trapsI keep a stock of weapons should society collapseI keep a stock of ammoOne of oil and one of goldI keep a place for Mary AnneSoon she will come home Aus Songtexte Mania