[Verse 1]
Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold meetings
Pretend that they're part of the great scheme
They laugh at fate
Courting death like they
Were all James Dean
Me, I'm hanging out here
With my freak flag unfurled
Drinkin' wine with
Orpheus in the Underworld

The modern robber barons, still rеign from their snake pit
While you еlect another president: just a different hypocrite
Colt Brothers, Goldman Sachs all run, the world as they see fit
As they turn the planet into dust, and your children's lives to shit
But the kings desiring peace, rid themselves of jewels they've hurled
Into the fires of Orpheus, in the Underworld

There was a time Time Magazine, ran the cover "Is God Dead?"
No one knew the answer, at least nobody said
I waited for the virgin queen to say "Come on back to bed"
But God in all his wisdom, busted through a maiden head
The apostles visit now and then, but I can't get their hands uncurled
By the spikes hammered in by Orpheus, in the Underworld
We all admire the killers, the depraved and the profane
They all have something you don't have, they're all good for the game
But I see the frightened priest is in a fetal state again
He wants absolution, from all that's done and been
Jesse James was here last night, his guns both brightly pearled
As he knelt in prayer to Orpheus, in the Underworld

[Harmonica Solo]

[Verse 2]
God gave the ten commandments, though he knew you'd break them all
What kind of father sets his children up to take a fall?
I'd take it to a higher court, but you can't fight city hall
I spent some lost years wailing against the wailing wall
Now I sail a boat on the river sticks, the sails are tightly furled
And deliver souls to Orpheus, in the Underworld

Naked girls and eunuchs, have tagged Divinci's wall
The one that said "Stand up for love, sex, drugs and rock 'n roll"
I wish I knew just what they drew, but I've switched on cruise control
And I'm in bed with Mr. Ed, we're high on Demerol
As the dancers dance and spin, their dresses raised and twirled
Showing off for Orpheus, in the Underworld

The last Jewish man in Pakistan, he wants the world at peace
A christian in Jerusalem prays for bombs to cease
Abraham in Birmingham, is still scared of the police
And I'm here with Sid Arthur, burning my last masterpiece
Looking for my lover, her hair is softly curled
The wife of my friend Orpheus, in the Underworld
Yeah, I did love Jesus, but the good times didn't last
He didn't recognize me, as I nailed him to the mast
Then my hand slipped down Mary's gown, and rested on her ass
I'd give my soul for one field goal, and one good hail Mary pass
But God's a twisted, iron fisted, anger they're all hurled
At both me and Orpheus, in the Underworld

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
You think so highly of yourself, and your friends are all peacocks
If you saw yourself the way I do, you'd see the paradox
These games of chess, you play to press, are the ship's upon the rocks
When the game is done, the king and pawn go in the same wood box
And I'll be there with your electric chair, the wood all deeply burned
It's your turn with Orpheus, in the Underworld

My right hand has one good hard hold, on the cock God gave to me
The future ain't exactly what I thought it used to be
And distant drums say "No life comes with a lifetime guarantee"
Vacation trips to the underworld, sold live on QVC
I see this place is like the face, of a lonely pretty girl
As time runs out for Orpheus, in the Underworld