Lyrics: Austin Wintory/Tripod
Music: Austin Wintory/Tripod
Persephone:
You're lost, little girl
You shouldn't have come here
And I sure ain't in the mood to make new friends
Go home, little girl
The shadow's drawing near
And you all alone, we both know how this ends
Let's see how far she bends!
We all know how this ends
Grace:
Thanks for the welcome, it's my first time here
You've made your feelings for me crystal clear
You play your show, I'll just go grab a beer
Didn't come here to quarrel with you
Love what you've done here, this place comes up well
You've nailed the theme, it really feels like hell
Guess you're not looking for new clientele
Just as well, that's a five-star review
Let's try the easy way, hear what I have to say
Persephone:
They get younger every year
Little big shots that drift through here
Think they're bringing something new through the door
And you've heard it a thousand times before
Honey, I've heard it a thousand times before
Honey, I've heard it a thousand times
Grace:
Your hosting skills could use a bit more pluck
About as subtle as a garbage truck
βThanks all for coming, but your next guest sucks.β
Lacks something, don't you think?
Persephone:
Is there nothing she can't do?
She's a half-assed stand up comic, too
On the lookout for some cheap points to score
Persephone/ Crowd:
Honey, we've heard it a thousand times before!/ A thousand times before!
Crowd/ Persephone:
Honey, we've heard it a thousand times before!/ Honey, we've heard it a thousand times--
Grace:
Okay, she's seen it all and she's not sold
But there's, what? A hundred people here, all told?
Anybody else here who's a billion years old? Does she speak for you?
Persephone:
Don't you have any idea what you're dealing with, child?
Surprise, surprise! Coins on your eyes!
Give them to the ferryman
Get it in your little head
You're spitting at the Queen
Of the dead
Grace:
You're not my queen, P, I'm alive
You got a real live muse in this basement dive
You could use a boost, should I play a gig?
Hey, word of mouth works, P, it'll be big!
Persephone:
They get dumber every year
Grace:
I'm a flower that you're picking, not a stick in the ground!
Persephone:
Little big shots
Grace:
But come hither and consider that we shiver while you whither as you dither around!
Persephone:
No idea what they're all headed for
Grace:
Uh oh! Uh oh!
Persephone:
A black river, bleached bones along the shore!
Spirits:
Let's end this pointless little sham
Persephone/ Spirits:
Let's show her something she's never seen before!/ You really want to see who I am
Grace:
Hm.
A choir of the dead? That's it? Oh dear
Old dogs, old tricks, ghosts appear!
I got a real, live choir here, want to hear?
Crowd:
[Sings.]
Grace:
Now that's what I call a show!
Every single one of them a star
Hey! Maybe it's you who doesn't know who they are?
Who they are!
Every night they come in here
Persephone:
Dance and stamp your feet!
Grace:
Spend their money on your beer
Persephone:
As your skin rots off in sheets
Grace:
Are they even in the frame?
Persephone:
You'll be back at my door
Grace:
Do you know a single name?
Persephone:
Deep below the floor!
Grace:
They just come here to forget how it ends!
You got a bed in that office? Need a lie down?
Crawl into your coffin deep underground?
What's got into you? They're hating your thing
Old lady Winter, we want a new spring!
Say my name!
Say my name!
Say my name!
It's the same shtick every year
All that blame and bitterness and fear
You forgot what they're cray hungry for
Grace/ Spirits:
Something they haven't seen a thousand times before!/ A thousand times before!
Spirits:
Someone...
Grace/ Spirits:
Someone they haven't seen a thousand times before!/ A thousand times before!