Desolation Row (outtake 1965)

Across the street they’ve closed the curtains
They’re getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
Now he’s spoonfeeding Casanova
The boiled guts of birds
Then he’ll torture him with self-confidence
And poison him with words

Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains
They’re getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They’re spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words