Rick Springfield — Orpheus in the Underworld

[Verse 1] Down on New York's Wall Street They still sell the American dream Where morals flow like oxygen From an iron lung machine Business men hold meetings Pretend that they're part of the great scheme They laugh at fate Courting death like they Were all James Dean Me, I'm hanging out here With my freak flag unfurled Drinkin' wine with Orpheus in the Underworld The modern robber barons, still rеign from their snake pit While you еlect another president: just a different hypocrite Colt Brothers, Goldman Sachs all run, the world as they see fit As they turn the planet into dust, and your children's lives to shit But the kings desiring peace, rid themselves of jewels they've hurled Into the fires of Orpheus, in the Underworld There was a time Time Magazine, ran the cover "Is God Dead?" No one knew the answer, at least nobody said I waited for the virgin queen to say "Come on back to bed" But God in all his wisdom, busted through a maiden head The apostles visit now and then, but I can't get their hands uncurled By the spikes hammered in by Orpheus, in the Underworld We all admire the killers, the depraved and the profane They all have something you don't have, they're all good for the game But I see the frightened priest is in a fetal state again He wants absolution, from all that's done and been Jesse James was here last night, his guns both brightly pearled As he knelt in prayer to Orpheus, in the Underworld [Harmonica Solo] [Verse 2] God gave the ten commandments, though he knew you'd break them all What kind of father sets his children up to take a fall? I'd take it to a higher court, but you can't fight city hall I spent some lost years wailing against the wailing wall Now I sail a boat on the river sticks, the sails are tightly furled And deliver souls to Orpheus, in the Underworld Naked girls and eunuchs, have tagged Divinci's wall The one that said "Stand up for love, sex, drugs and rock 'n roll" I wish I knew just what they drew, but I've switched on cruise control And I'm in bed with Mr. Ed, we're high on Demerol As the dancers dance and spin, their dresses raised and twirled Showing off for Orpheus, in the Underworld The last Jewish man in Pakistan, he wants the world at peace A christian in Jerusalem prays for bombs to cease Abraham in Birmingham, is still scared of the police And I'm here with Sid Arthur, burning my last masterpiece Looking for my lover, her hair is softly curled The wife of my friend Orpheus, in the Underworld Yeah, I did love Jesus, but the good times didn't last He didn't recognize me, as I nailed him to the mast Then my hand slipped down Mary's gown, and rested on her ass I'd give my soul for one field goal, and one good hail Mary pass But God's a twisted, iron fisted, anger they're all hurled At both me and Orpheus, in the Underworld [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] You think so highly of yourself, and your friends are all peacocks If you saw yourself the way I do, you'd see the paradox These games of chess, you play to press, are the ship's upon the rocks When the game is done, the king and pawn go in the same wood box And I'll be there with your electric chair, the wood all deeply burned It's your turn with Orpheus, in the Underworld My right hand has one good hard hold, on the cock God gave to me The future ain't exactly what I thought it used to be And distant drums say "No life comes with a lifetime guarantee" Vacation trips to the underworld, sold live on QVC I see this place is like the face, of a lonely pretty girl As time runs out for Orpheus, in the Underworld