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Crossing the River Styx to the Kingdom of The Dead


Charon, his bony fingers stark
Asked would I be willing to strip
His tree of bark
It was a euphemism I do believe
And Charon was not Charon but Sharon
A Hairy Mary from Cell 26B
Thatís what you get
When you steal a car
And steal a caravan too
Four months in hell
With a friend who is a friend indeed
A beast in search of a hole

That was the night I paid the Ferryman
And crossed the River Styx
To the Kingdom of the Dead
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