Boatman

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