The Decemberists

The Decemberists - A Cautionary Song songtekst

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There's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping 

Through the lights of beacon street 

And if you listen you can hear her weeping, 

She's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling 

And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats. 

And she's standing in the harbour 

And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat. 

See how they approach 



With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping 

A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming 

And they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead 

And she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck 



And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned 

'Til at last she's satisfied the lost of the marina's teeming minions, and their opinions 



And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead 

And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbour where she goes to bed, and this is how your fed 



So be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother, and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens,

Remember what she does when you're asleep



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