Hades' Ferry- A Sea Shanty
Yo-ho-hear the song of a man, yo-ho, with a hundred souls in his pocket
He can get no sleep, he can get no rest, yo-ho, and he can get no peace
The rope is tight like a well-tuned cord yo-ho! Alas, but who's to walk it?
Yo-ho, to the docks, when Sun dawns, yo-ho, on the Harbor of injustice!
The bugle blows! All aboard! Yo-ho! A man and a hundred souls embark.
Ah, but a thousand despondent souls’ death-boat, yo-ho, is no Noah's ark.
Yo-ho! A sarcophagus in disguise, yo-ho floats clad in the skin of a godly ark
Dip-dip your hand deep-deep! Yo-ho! Deep-deep in your hole-ridden pocket!
Yo-ho! After you, I insist! Yo-ho, Hope has docked! You lucky souls embark!
A silver piece, The Golden Fleece! Yo-ho, Ithaca, land of solace and peace!
Yo-ho! Do not mind the plank! Yo-ho, It’s an ornament! Nobody's to walk it!
Yo-ho onwards to Canaan! Yo-ho! Milk and honey in the stead of injustice!
The irony blazes the liar’s ill tongue! Yo-ho! Every time he speaks of injustice,
For a million souls’ blood and sweat and tears, yo-ho, couldn't buy Noah's ark
The man laid his yellow brick path of rust. Yo-ho, and now he has to walk it.
Thirty bloodstained silver pieces, yo-ho, burn a hole inside the traitor’s pocket
The ship has sailed on a hundred souls. Yo-ho, on the coward’s mind’s peace
Yo-ho! He counts the dead in his head! Yo-ho, as his one hundred souls embark
Up it goes and down it goes! Yo-ho! On the boat of perdition they did embark
one hundred souls muffling the cries: "Yo-ho, wake up and smell the injustice.
Yo-ho! A song of hyenas and men! Yo-ho, of life and death, of war and peace.
Hades' ferry was temporary, yo-ho, the waves washed off the deceit of the ark.
Yo-ho and empty of a hundred souls the man’s dirty hands feel his fat pocket
Land ho! Your plank is all set! Yo-ho! All you fooled souls prepare to walk it!
Yo-ho! For the road to salvation was long.Yo-Ho. To die would be to walk it.
Yo-ho! And one hundred souls today, yo-ho, fought tooth and claw to embark”
Yo-ho, out of grandma’s mattress, yo-ho, and into the slaver’s greasy pocket!
Yo-ho, people of the free world, hear this song! Yo-ho, hear this tale of injustice.
Yo-ho and a hundred souls, yo-ho, today stepped onto Death’s paper and ink ark
Yo-ho, vain Ulysses, and you tricked Jason. Yo-ho and may you rest in peace.
P.S. "S.O.S. " as in Sell Our Souls.
Dedicated to the millions that drown every day on their way to some fake promised land.