(Dylan)

Crimson flames tied through my ears

Rolling high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps

We'll meet again soon I said
??? me heated brow


Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now


Half ??? prejudice leaped forth
Break down all hate I scream
Lies at ? is black and white

Spoke from my skull I dream
Romantic flanks of musketeers
Foundation deep somehow


[Chorus]