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.