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