In Orient where wise I was to please the way I live
Come give the beggar chance at hand his life is on his lip
Three score a thousand times where once in Amazon
Where El Dorado holds the key no keeper holds my hand
Unchain the gate of solitude, the ruler says you run
Run hard unto the scaffold high - your chance to - jump the gun
Oh, how high the scaffold grows - the plant life of your widow
In black lace curtains brought you near from out the plate glass window
Oh, how high the scaffold grows - the plant life of your widow
In black lace curtains brought you near from out the plate glass window
The Minotaur with bloody hands is - enraged by the sun
Caged he by the corpses brought forth by the dawn
In Orient is as I told the buckshee hangman swears
For open crypts to silence nylon knots to sway by prayer
(Refrão)
In Orient where wise I was to please the way I live
Come give the beggar chance at hand - his life is on his lip