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Theyre selling postcards of the hanging
Theyre painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
Theyve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad theyre restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, hes moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," Youre in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound thats left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
(guitar)
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Right now I can't read
too good
Don't send me no more
letters noooooooo
Not unless you got it
mailed them from
Desolation Row