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

You hear me son

You better run

But this poor boy raised up his voice with his heart out on his sleeve

No

Orpheus you should go

I came to take her home

Laughs

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

Belongs to me

I do

Everybody gather 'round

Everybody look and see

What becomes of trespassers with no respect for property