The Scaffold — Elton John

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