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