Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
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.
Chorus
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.
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.