You ride again, and you still won't pay
cos the middle and back isn't going the whole way
your island, oh
has a siren you say.
But this song is your own, and you use it to shift blame.

Her on the shore - "mother" is no name
and the lake lady's lure, an anonymous fame
and we glide overtop, and you wont dive in
oh that dark
would hide us all from sin.

All you can eat - you're a man of your time.
Consumption as virtue - oh it used to be mine.
And choices are taken, even when they're not made
and full cross or not, I'll always get paid.

This is your last trip - yeah the boat stops here.
And with two half lives, you're not a whole of a man
so Ill ask you for one name
but you close your eyes and sigh, sigh, sigh.

Pitiful man - here is my price
you can row back and forth between duty and vice
but you'll never set foot upon island or shore
cos those with no ties never needed the earth.