Young man
I don't think we’ve met before
You're not from around here, son
Don't know who the hell you are but I can tell you don’t belong
These are workin' people, son
Law-abiding citizens
Go back to where you came from
You're on the wrong side of the fence
[PERSEPHONE, spoken]
Hades, I know this boy
[HADES, spoken]
One of the unemployed?
[PERSEPHONE, spoken]
His name is Orpheus
[HADES, spoken]
You stay out of this
[HERMES, spoken]
Orpheus was a poor boy
[HADES, spoken]
You hear me, son?
[HERMES, spoken]
You might say he was naive
[HADES, spoken]
You better run!
But this poor boy raised up his voice with his heart out on his sleeve
No!
Orpheus, you should go
I'm not goin' back alone
I came to take her home!
(Laughs)
Who the hell do you think you are?
Who the hell you think you're talkin' to?
She couldn't go anywhere even if she wanted to
You’re not from around here, son
If you were, then you would know
That everything and everyone in Hadestown I own
But I only buy what others choose to sell
Oh, you didn’t know?
She signed the deal herself
And now she
It isn't true
Belongs to me
It isn’t true
What he said--Eurydice
I did
I do
As for you
Everybody gather 'round!
Everybody look and see
What becomes of trespassers with no respect for property!
