The Scaffold

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. {Repeat Chorus} 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.