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 naive

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

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