Left of the Styx

The piano drowns out the sounds of decay

The place where they come to toss life away 

'Tis here that they come to live in grandeur,

And leave their cloaks on the rack by the door  

The cabaret to the left of the River Styx,

Were the booze is free flowing, 

And the women are fine,

The club were everyone lives there own lie

The place were they, and their dreams come to die.