The Scaffold
In Orient where wise I wasTo please the way I liveCome give the beggar chance at handHis life is on his lip
Three score a thousand timesWhere once in AmazonWhere Eldorado holds the keyNo keeper holds my hand
Unchain the gate of solitudeThe ruler says you runRun hard unto the scaffold highYour chance to jump the gun
Oh how high the scaffold growsThe plant life of your widowIn black lace curtains brought you nearFrom out the plate glass window
The Minotaur with bloody handsIs enraged by the sunCaged he by the corpsesBrought forth by the dawn
In Orient is as I toldThe buckshee hangman swearsFor open crypts to silenceNylon knots to sway by prayer
In Orient where wise I wasTo please the way I liveCome give the beggar chance at handHis life is on his lip