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.