This is the song of a man who had a hundred souls in his pocket

He can get no sleep, he can get no rest and he can get no peace

The rope is tight like a well-tuned cord. Alas but who's to walk it?

As Sun dawns on the docks, He dawns on the Harbor of injustice!

The bugle has blown! The man and his one hundred souls embark.

But a thousand despondent souls’ death-boat, ain't no Noah's ark.

 

 

A floating sarcophagus in disguise. Clad in the skin of a godly ark

Dip-dip your hands deep-deep! Dip deep in your hole-ridden pocket!

Oh after you I insist! Hope has docked! All you lucky souls embark!

A silver piece, The Golden Fleece! Ithaca, land of solace and peace!

Don't mind the plank! It’s an ornament! Nobody ever has to walk it!

Owards to Canaan! Where milk and honey well instead of injustice!

 

 

The irony blazes the liar’s tongue! Every time he speaks of injustice,

For a million souls’ blood, sweat and tears, couldn't buy Noah's ark

The man laid his yellow-brick path of rust and now he has to walk it.

Thirty blood stained silver pieces, burn a hole in the traitor’s pocket

The ship has sailed on a hundred souls and on the coward’s peace-

-of mind. He counts the dead in his head as a hundred souls embark.

 

 

Up it goes and down it goes! On the boat of perdition they did embark

One hundred souls muffle the voice, crying: "Be wary of the injustice."

This is a song of hyenas and men, of life and death, of war and peace.

Hades' ferry was temporary, the waves washed off the deceit of the ark.

Empty of one hundred souls, the man’s dirty hands feel his fat pocket

Land ho! Your plank is set! All you fooled souls now prepare to walk it!

 

For the road to salvation was just too long. To die would be to walk it.

And yet a hundred souls fought hard today. Tooth and claw to embark”

Out of grandma’s mattress and straigh into the slaver’s greasy pocket!

Oh people of the free world, hear this song. Hear this tale of injustice.

That one hundred souls stepped today onto old Satan's treacherous ark

Oh vain Ulysses, and you oh, tricked Jason. Farewell and rest in peace.