in orient where wise i was
come give the beggar chance at hand
three score a thousand times
where eldorado holds the key
unchain the gate of solitude
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
brought forth by the dawn
the buckshee hangman swears
for open crypts to silence
nylon knots to sway by prayer
in orient where wise i was
come give the beggar chance at hand