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 Eldorado 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

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


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