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