The Ferryman's Blues
Can I tell a story... fuck yes I can!
About how I became the Ferryman...
Sure I was just a young buck, drifted way out west,
In search of fame and fortune and a girl with a proper chest...
Sure wouldn't you know it at the old crossroads,
I found the devil smoking Marlboro red,
Do you know what he goes...
"You're gonna be big in this game... you just wait and see,
If I can get you overseas... say won't you row for me?"
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid...
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid!
Reach into your pockets... dig deep I swear...
If you don't find no fucking silver then I don't care!
The Ferryman wants to be paid,
You fucking pricks, you know you are late...
Who said you could rock up here without flashing some cash
And bringing some fucking beers!?
Inside your soul I'll climb right in there
And see that filthy shithole,
Where you've hidden all your pussy shots and your dick pics,
Yeah I got a bunch myself,
Shit would you like to trade off?
Off! Off we go! Hard on the water...
I hope you're not seasick for there is no calm,
In this storm the eye of hell is on ya,
Yeah I hope I don't steer you there, just putting you straight,
'Cause I've had a couple tokes and a few bumps and chasers...
To help me row away them Ferryman blues.
'Cause I have spent millennia drowning cunts like you,
No you never leave a tip, fuck yeah I know what I'll do,
I'm heading straight back to yours once I fuck you over,
Gonna kick down your door.fuck man your bitch is a dog?
Still I'll fuck your bitch like a dog!
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid!
Can I tell a story... fuck yes I can!
About how I became the Ferryman...
Sure I was just a young buck... drifted way out west,
In search of fame and fortune and a girl with a proper chest...
Sure wouldn't you know it at the old crossroads,
I found the devil smoking Marlboro red,
Do you know what he goes...
"You're gonna be big in this game, you just wait and see,
If I can get you overseas, say won't you row for me?"
Then he cast me adrift into the abyss this raft it did slip,
Inside the jaws of a hurricane,
I heard him laughing as the waves rose up and it started to rain,
I sailed many long years on the rages seas,
Tryna find some port with a woman who would harbour me,
At night I would name every star in the heavens after her,
Watching the horizon,
'Land ahoy' it rings a hollow bell in my soul,
For the shoreline never ever brings me into her arms,
It just tows me right back here where I started,
The state of you! The fucking neck of you!
The bleeding cut of you! You pricks are through!
Reach into your pockets... dig deep I swear...
If you don't find no fucking silver then I don't care!
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid!
So you've heard the story of the Ferryman,
I hope it's not been boring,
I hope it's not been bland,
If you just pick up that oar and gimme a hand,
I might not throw you overboard.
Can I tell a story... fuck yes I can!
About how I became the Ferryman...
Sure I was just a young buck, drifted way out west,
In search of fame and fortune and a girl with a proper chest...
Sure wouldn't you know it at the old crossroads,
I found the devil smoking Marlboro red,
Do you know what he goes...
"You're gonna be big in this game... you just wait and see,
If I can get you overseas... say won't you row for me?"
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid...
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid!
Reach into your pockets... dig deep I swear...
If you don't find no fucking silver then I don't care!
About how I became the Ferryman...
Sure I was just a young buck, drifted way out west,
In search of fame and fortune and a girl with a proper chest...
Sure wouldn't you know it at the old crossroads,
I found the devil smoking Marlboro red,
Do you know what he goes...
"You're gonna be big in this game... you just wait and see,
If I can get you overseas... say won't you row for me?"
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid...
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid!
Reach into your pockets... dig deep I swear...
If you don't find no fucking silver then I don't care!
The Ferryman wants to be paid,
You fucking pricks, you know you are late...
Who said you could rock up here without flashing some cash
And bringing some fucking beers!?
Inside your soul I'll climb right in there
And see that filthy shithole,
Where you've hidden all your pussy shots and your dick pics,
Yeah I got a bunch myself,
Shit would you like to trade off?
Off! Off we go! Hard on the water...
I hope you're not seasick for there is no calm,
In this storm the eye of hell is on ya,
Yeah I hope I don't steer you there, just putting you straight,
'Cause I've had a couple tokes and a few bumps and chasers...
To help me row away them Ferryman blues.
'Cause I have spent millennia drowning cunts like you,
No you never leave a tip, fuck yeah I know what I'll do,
I'm heading straight back to yours once I fuck you over,
Gonna kick down your door.fuck man your bitch is a dog?
Still I'll fuck your bitch like a dog!
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid!
Can I tell a story... fuck yes I can!
About how I became the Ferryman...
Sure I was just a young buck... drifted way out west,
In search of fame and fortune and a girl with a proper chest...
Sure wouldn't you know it at the old crossroads,
I found the devil smoking Marlboro red,
Do you know what he goes...
"You're gonna be big in this game, you just wait and see,
If I can get you overseas, say won't you row for me?"
Then he cast me adrift into the abyss this raft it did slip,
Inside the jaws of a hurricane,
I heard him laughing as the waves rose up and it started to rain,
I sailed many long years on the rages seas,
Tryna find some port with a woman who would harbour me,
At night I would name every star in the heavens after her,
Watching the horizon,
'Land ahoy' it rings a hollow bell in my soul,
For the shoreline never ever brings me into her arms,
It just tows me right back here where I started,
The state of you! The fucking neck of you!
The bleeding cut of you! You pricks are through!
Reach into your pockets... dig deep I swear...
If you don't find no fucking silver then I don't care!
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid!
So you've heard the story of the Ferryman,
I hope it's not been boring,
I hope it's not been bland,
If you just pick up that oar and gimme a hand,
I might not throw you overboard.
Can I tell a story... fuck yes I can!
About how I became the Ferryman...
Sure I was just a young buck, drifted way out west,
In search of fame and fortune and a girl with a proper chest...
Sure wouldn't you know it at the old crossroads,
I found the devil smoking Marlboro red,
Do you know what he goes...
"You're gonna be big in this game... you just wait and see,
If I can get you overseas... say won't you row for me?"
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid...
The ferry has left the shore man it's much too late,
Don't come crying to me now you haven't fucking paid!
Reach into your pockets... dig deep I swear...
If you don't find no fucking silver then I don't care!
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Writer(s): William Noonan
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