Papers ("You're not from around here, son...") [Intro]

Young man
 I don't think we've met before
 You're not from around here, son
 Don't know who the hell you are
 But I can tell you don't belong
 These are workin' people, son
 Law abiding citizens
 Go back to where you came from
 You're on the wrong side of the fence
 Hades, I know this boy
 One of the unemployed
 His name is Orpheus
 You stay out of this
 Orpheus was a poor boy
 You hear me, son?
 You might say he was naïve
 You better run!
 But this poor boy raised up his voice
 With his heart out on his sleeve
 No! Orpheus, you should go
 I'm not going back alone
 I came to take her home!
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 Who the hell do you think you are?
 Who the hell do you think you're talking to?
 She couldn't go anywhere
 Even if she wanted to
 You're not from around here, son
 If you were then you would know
 That everything and everyone in Hadestown I own!
 But I only buy
 What others choose to sell
 Oh, you didn't know
 She signed the deal herself
 And now she
 It isn't true
 Belongs to me
 It isn't true
 What he said, Eurydice
 I did
 I do
 As for you
 Everybody gather round
 Everybody look and see
 What becomes of trespassers
 With no respect for property!