Give My Regards to the River Styx
Give my regards to the River Styx
get back to your boat and your bag of tricks
don’t cry to me
how you chose your destiny
playing in a tired Beatles cover band
365 nights of I Wanna Hold Your Hand
Give my regards to the River Styx
better think twice where you’re sticking your dicks
this ain’t no Walt Whitman
pond of tranquility
you can kiss your ass goodbye
to the death of civility
Give my regards to the River Styx
see your exes getting their kicks
rowing through the wallowing swill
gulping, swallowing their endless pills
Satan’s just another gondolier
same shit different year
Give my regards to the River Styx
home to angry mobs of humble snobs
they have a mouth but cannot speak
eyes have they but cannot see
they have ears but cannot hear
indeed, is there any breath in their mouth
those who make their gods will become like them
