The Ferryman

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