The Ferryman - Jordan Reyne

You ride again, and you still won’t pay

Cos the middle and back isn’t going the whole way

Your island, oh

Has a siren you say

But this song is your own, and you use it to shift blame

Her on the shore — «mother» is no name

And the lake lady’s lure, an anonymous fame

And we glide overtop, and you wont dive in

Oh that dark

Would hide us all from sin

All you can eat — you’re a man of your time

Consumption as virtue — oh it used to be mine

And choices are taken, even when they’re not made

And full cross or not, I’ll always get paid

This is your last trip — yeah the boat stops here

And with two half lives, you’re not a whole of a man

So Ill ask you for one name

But you close your eyes and sigh, sigh, sigh

Pitiful man — here is my price

You can row back and forth between duty and vice

But you’ll never set foot upon island or shore

Cos those with no ties never needed the earth