You don’t have to play me backwards
to get the meaning of my verse
You don’t have to die & go to hell
to feel the devil’s curse

Let the night begin
there’s the pop of skin
and the sudden rush of scarlet
There’s a little boy
riding on a goat’s head
and a little girl playing the harlot
There’s a sacrifice in an empty church
of sweet lil’ baby Rose
and a man in a mask from Mexico
is peeling off my clothes

So I’m paying for protection
smoking out the truth
chasing recollections
nailing down the proof

I’ll stand before your altar (alter)
and tell everything I know
I’ve come to claim my childhood
at the chapel of baby Rose

Joan Baez

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