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