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 They're selling postcards of  hanging
 They're painting the passports 
 The beauty parlor  filled with sailors
  circus is in town
 Here comes the  commissioner
 They've  him in a trance
 One  is tied to the tight-rope walker
 The other  in his pants
 And the  squad they're restless
 They need somewhere to 
 As Lady and I look  tonight
 From Desolation Row.
 
 Cinderella, she seems  easy
 "It takes one to know one," she 
 And puts her hands in her back 
 Bette Davis style
 And in comes  he's moaning
 "You belong  me I believe"
 And someone says, "You're in  wrong place, my friend
 You better leave"
 And the only  that's left
 After the ambulances 
  Cinderella sweeping up
 On Desolation Row.
 
  the moon is almost hidden
 The stars  beginning to hide
 The fortunetelling lady
 Has even taken all her things 
 All except  Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback of  Dame
 Everybody is making 
 Or  expecting rain
  the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
  getting ready for the show
 He's going  the carnival tonight
 On Desolation Row.
 
 Now Ophelia, she's  the window
 For  I feel so afraid
  her twenty-second birthday
 She  is an old maid
 To her, death is quite 
 She wears an iron 
 Her profession's  religion
 Her  is her lifelessness
  though her eyes are fixed upon
 Noah's great rainbow
  spends her time peeking
 Into Desolation Row.
 
  disguised as Robin Hood
 With his memories  a trunk
 Passed  way an hour ago
 With his friend,  jealous monk
 He looked so immaculately 
 As he bummed a 
 Then  went off sniffing drainpipes
 And  the alphabet
  would not think to look at him
  he was famous long ago
 For  the electric violin
 On Desolation Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he  his world
  of a leather cup
 But  his sexless patients
 They're  to blow it up
 Now his nurse,  local loser
 She's in charge  the cyanide hole
 And she also keeps the  that read
 "Have Mercy on His 
 They  play on penny whistles
 You can  them blow
 If you lean your head  far enough
 From Desolation Row.
 
 Across the street they've  the curtains
 They're getting ready  the feast
 The Phantom of the 
 In a perfect image of  priest
 They're spoonfeeding Casanova
  get him to feel more assured
 Then they'll kill  with self-confidence
 After poisoning  with words
  the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa here  you don't know"
 Casanova is  being punished for going
 To Desolation Row.
 
 At midnight all the 
  the superhuman crew
 Come out and  up everyone
 That knows more  they do
 Then  bring them to the factory
 Where the heart-attack 
 Is  across their shoulders
 And then the 
 Is  down from the castles
 By insurance men  go
 Check  see that nobody is escaping
 To Desolation Row.
 
 Praise be to Nero's 
  Titanic sails at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are  on ?"
 And Ezra Pound and  S. Eliot
 Fighting in the  tower
  calypso singers laugh at them
 And fishermen  flowers
 Between the windows of the 
  lovely mermaids flow
  nobody has to think too much
 About Desolation Row.
 
 Yes, I received your  yesterday
 About the  the door knob broke
  you asked me how I was doing
 Was that some kind of joke 
 All  people that you mention
 Yes,  know them, they're quite lame
  had to rearrange their faces
 And give  all another name
 Right now I can't read too 
 Dont send me  more letters no
 Not unless  mail them
 From Desolation Row.