We all know somebody
Who's giving something up this year
Oh My god is it me, oh?
There you see the creature stand
Like Siddhartha's Ferryman
A Sordid god who rules this dreary land.
Fee for the ferryman
Something nice to get me there
To leave the world of the recently deceased
The Fee for the ferryman
Not on your mouth or on your hands
One hundred years you wander on the beach
We all know somebody
Who's leaving their old life behind
Oh I see, now it's me, oh
A sparrow or a nightingale?
A silent bosun weighs the scale
Safe passage only when he casts the sails
Fee for the ferryman
Something nice to get me there
To leave the world of the recently deceased
The Fee for the ferryman
Not on your mouth or on your hands
One hundred years you wander on the beach
The rest is up to me
The rest is up to me
The rest is up to me
The rest is up to me
The rest is up to me
The rest is up to me