IN-FIDEL

Prayed in the ghetto
With my face in the cement
Heard the last moan of a boxer
Seen the massacre of the innocent
Felt around for the light switch
Turned around for her face
Been treated like a farm animal
On a wild goose chase

West of the Jordan
East of the Rock of Gibralter
See the turning of the page
Curtain risin’ on a new age
See the groom still waiting at the altar

Try to be pure at heart
They arrest you for robbery
Mistake your shyness for aloofness
Your silence for snobbery
Got the message this morning
The one that was sent to me
About the madness of becoming
What one was never meant to be

Put your hand on my head, baby
Do I have a temperature?
I see people who are supposed to know better
Standin’ around like furniture
There’s a wall between you
And what you want-You got to leap it
Tonight you’ve got the power to take it
Tomorrow you won’t have the power to keep it

Cities on fire
Phones out of order
They’re killin’ nuns and soldiers
There’s fightin’ on the border
What can I say about Claudette?
Ain’t seen her since January
She could be respectably married
Or runnin’ a whorehouse in Buenos Aries

West of the Jordan
East of the Rock of Gibralter
I see the turnin’ of the page
Curtain risin’ on a new age
See the groom still waiting at the altar

–Dylan

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