They’re selling postcards of the hanging
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They’re painting the passports brown
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The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
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The circus is in town
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Here comes the blind commissioner
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They’ve got him in a trance
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One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
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The other is in his pants
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And the riot squad they’re restless
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They need somewhere to go
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As Lady and I look out tonight
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From Desolation Row
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Now Cinderella, she seems so easy
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«It takes one to know one,» she smiles
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And puts her hands in her back pockets
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Bette Davis style
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And in walks Romeo, he’s moaning
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«You belong to me I believe»
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And someone says, «You're in the wrong place, my friend
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You Better leave»
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And the only sound you can hear
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After the ambulances go
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Is Cinderella sweeping up
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On Desolation Row
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Now Ophelia, she’s 'neath the window
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For her I feel so afraid
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On her twenty-second birthday, she already is an old maid
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To her, death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest
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Her profession’s her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
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And though her gaze is gazed upon Noah’s great rainbow
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She spend her time peeking in from
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Desolation Row
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Now, Einstein disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
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Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
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He looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
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As he went off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
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Oh, you would not think to look at him but he was famous long ago
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For playing the electric violin
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On Desolation Row
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Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
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But all his sexless patients they’re trying to blow it up
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Now his nurse, some local loser she’s in charge of the cyanide hole
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And she also keeps the cards that read «Have mercy on his soul»
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They all play on the penny whistles, yes, you can hear then blow
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If you lean your head out far enough from
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Desolation Row
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Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains
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They’re getting ready for the feast
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The Phantom of the Opera
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In a perfect image of a priest
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Now they’re spoon-feeding Casanova
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To get him to feel more assured
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Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence
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After poisoning him with words
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And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls
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«Get outta here if you don’t know»
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Casanova is just being punished for going to
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Desolation Row
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Now, at midnight all the agents
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And the superhuman crew
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They’ll round up everyone
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That knows more than they do
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They take them to the factory
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Where the heart-attack machine
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Is strapped across their shoulders
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And then the kerosene
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Is brought down from the castles
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By insurance men who go
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Make sure nobody is escaping
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To Desolation Row
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Bob praise be to Nero’s Neptune
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The Titanic sails at dawn
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Everybody’s shouting
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«Which side are you on?»
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And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
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They’re fighting in the captain’s tower
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While calypso singers laugh at them, yes
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And fishermen hold flowers
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Between the windows of the sea
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Where lovely mermaids flow
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And no one has to think too much about
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Desolation Row
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Yes, I received your letter yesterday
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About the time the door knob broke
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When you asked how I was doing
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Was that some kind of joke?
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All these people that you mention
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Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
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I had to rearrange their faces
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And give them all another name
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Right now I can’t read so good
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Don’t send me no more letters, no
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Not unless you mail them from
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Desolation Row |