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 They're  postcards of the hanging
 They're painting  passports brown
 The beauty parlor is  with sailors
 The circus is  town
 Here  the blind commissioner
 They've got him  a trance
 One  is tied to the tight-rope walker
 The  is in his pants
 And the riot squad they're 
  need somewhere to go
 As Lady and  look out tonight
 From Desolation Row.
 
 Cinderella, she  so easy
  takes one to know one," she smiles
 And puts  hands in her back pockets
 Bette Davis style
 And  comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong to  I believe"
 And someone says, "You're in  wrong place, my friend
 You better leave"
 And the  sound that's left
  the ambulances go
 Is Cinderella  up
 On Desolation Row.
 
  the moon is almost hidden
 The stars are beginning to 
 The fortunetelling lady
 Has even taken all her things 
 All except for Cain  Abel
 And the  of Notre Dame
 Everybody is  love
  else expecting rain
  the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
 He's getting ready for the 
 He's going to  carnival tonight
 On Desolation Row.
 
  Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
 For her I feel so 
 On her twenty-second 
 She already is an  maid
 To her, death is  romantic
 She wears an  vest
 Her profession's her 
 Her sin is  lifelessness
 And  her eyes are fixed upon
 Noah's great rainbow
 She spends her time 
 Into Desolation Row.
 
  disguised as Robin Hood
 With his memories in  trunk
 Passed this way an  ago
 With his friend, a  monk
 He looked  immaculately frightful
  he bummed a cigarette
 Then he  off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting the 
 You would not think to look  him
  he was famous long ago
 For playing the  violin
 On Desolation Row.
 
  Filth, he keeps his world
 Inside of a  cup
 But all  sexless patients
 They're  to blow it up
 Now his nurse, some  loser
 She's in charge of  cyanide hole
  she also keeps the cards that read
  Mercy on His Soul"
 They all play on  whistles
 You can hear them 
 If you lean your head out far 
 From Desolation Row.
 
 Across  street they've nailed the curtains
 They're  ready for the feast
 The Phantom of  Opera
 In a perfect  of a priest
 They're spoonfeeding Casanova
 To get him  feel more assured
  they'll kill him with self-confidence
  poisoning him with words
 And the Phantom's shouting  skinny girls
 "Get outa here if  don't know"
  is just being punished for going
 To Desolation Row.
 
 At midnight all  agents
 And the  crew
 Come  and round up everyone
 That  more than they do
 Then they bring them  the factory
 Where the  machine
  strapped across their shoulders
 And then  kerosene
 Is brought  from the castles
 By insurance men  go
 Check  see that nobody is escaping
 To Desolation Row.
 
  be to Nero's Neptune
 The Titanic sails at 
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are you on 
 And Ezra Pound and  S. Eliot
  in the captain's tower
 While calypso  laugh at them
 And  hold flowers
  the windows of the sea
 Where lovely mermaids 
 And  has to think too much
 About Desolation Row.
 
 Yes, I  your letter yesterday
 About the time  door knob broke
  you asked me how I was doing
 Was that some kind of  ?
 All  people that you mention
 Yes, I  them, they're quite lame
 I had to  their faces
 And give them all  name
 Right now I can't read too 
 Dont send me no more  no
 Not  you mail them
 From Desolation Row.