The boatman sits on his boat by the river Try as he might, he cannot forgive her As he watches the corpse turning blue He laughs
The boatman he sits on his boat by the river Another grey corpse he pulls out before dinner Another sad life, another sad time And he laughs
The boatman he sits on his boat by the river No name and address when he does deliver The old ones, the worst ones, they tried and they failed He laughs
And the odor and stench, they once made him retch Well now he just sees them as mortal flesh And he laughs
Yes he laughs Yes he laughs Yes he laughs Yes he laughs Yes he laughs
