Papers (“You’re not from around here, son…”) [Intro]

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 Hades, I know this boy One of the unemployed His name is Orpheus You stay out of this Orpheus was a poor boy You hear me, son? You might say he was naïve 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 going back alone I came to take her home! Who the hell do you think you are? Who the hell do you think you're talking 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!