Lyrics
(Row, row, down the stream)
(This is not a dream)
(Row, row, down the stream)
(The Ferryman only deals in cash)
Joe met Daisy on the Day of the Dead
When he woke up drunk and handcuffed
To a dirty double bed
She said, "Joe, you should be wary of
The women you pretend to love"
Then she wrapped a plastic bag around his head
Joe met Daisy on the Day of the Dead
Oh, your time is comin' fast
And the Ferryman only deals in cash
Oh, your time is comin' fast
And the Ferryman only deals in
The Ferryman only deals in cash
Ben met Gary at a backroom game of pool
When he caught him gettin' heavy
With a boy from Baton Rouge
He said, "Ben, you shoulda learned by now
I'm not a fan of fuckin' around"
Then he beat him with a bottle and a cue
Ben met Gary at a backroom game of pool
Oh, your time is comin' fast (row, row, down the)
(Stream) and the Ferryman only deals in cash (this is not a)
(Dream) oh, your time is comin' fast (row, row, down the)
(Stream) and the Ferryman only deals in
The Ferryman only deals in cash
Never again can be innocent
And everythin' ends, well, that just makes sense
If up is a down, there's another side
In, there's an out, so it's worth a try
People want each other, but they want themselves more
Even when your love is somethin' new to live for
Is to die for, therefore to kill for
Black is white, so go to the light, my love
Jane met Ginger over dinner in July
Ginger said that she'd forgive her
For the secrets and the lies
So they drank a toast for days to come
And the Devil spoke with Ginger's tongue
"Oh, I hope you like champagne with cyanide"
Jane met Ginger over dinner in July
Oh, your time is comin' fast (row, row, down the)
(Stream) and the Ferryman only deals in cash (this is not a)
(Dream) oh, your time is comin' fast (row, row, down the)