Boatman

The boatman sits on his boat by the river

Try as he might, he cannot forgive her

As he watches the corpse turning blue

He laughs

The boatman he sits on his boat by the river

Another grey corpse he pulls out before dinner

Another sad life, another sad time

And he laughs

The boatman he sits on his boat by the river

No name and address when he does deliver

The old ones, the worst ones, they tried and they failed

He laughs

And the odor and stench,

they once made him retch

Well now he just sees them as mortal flesh

And he laughs

Yes he laughs

Yes he laughs

Yes he laughs

Yes he laughs

Yes he laughs