Bob Dylan - Untitled 11 (High Treachery Sails) lyrics

high treachery sails unveils its last wedding song bang sing the bells the low pauper's prayer rice rags in blossom blow in a fleet ribbons in the street white as a sheet (a Mexican cigarette) the people've been set t' try t' forget that their whole life's a honeymoon over soon i'm not gettin' caught by all this rot as i vanish down the road with a starving actress on each arm (for better or best in sickness an' madness) i do take thee i'm already married so i'll continue as one faithful done ah fair blondy ye lead me blindly I am in the gravel an' down on the gamut for our anniversary you can make me nervous clink sings the tower clang sang the preacher inside of the altar outside of the theater mystery fails when treachery prevails the forgotten rosary nails itself t' a cross of sand an' rich men stare t' their private own-ed murals all is lost Cinderella all is lost