From out the plate glass window
Your chance to jump the gun
The ruler says you run
Come give the beggar chance at hand
Run hard unto the scaffold high
In Orient where wise I was
Nylon knots to sway by prayer
Come give the beggar chance at hand
Unchain the gate of solitude
The buckshee hangman swears
Caged he by the corpses
Three score a thousand times
No keeper holds my hand
Where Eldorado holds the key
The Minotaur with bloody hands
Is enraged by the sun
Oh, how high the scaffold grows
To please the way I live
Brought forth by the dawn
For open crypts to silence
His life is on his lip
The plant life of your widow
In black lace curtains brought you near
In Orient is as I told
Where once in Amazon
