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 They're selling postcards of  hanging
 They're painting the  brown
 The beauty parlor  filled with sailors
 The  is in town
 Here  the blind commissioner
  got him in a trance
 One  is tied to the tight-rope walker
 The other is in  pants
 And the riot squad they're 
  need somewhere to go
 As Lady and I look out 
 From Desolation Row.
 
 Cinderella, she seems so 
 "It takes one to know one," she 
 And puts her hands in  back pockets
 Bette Davis style
 And in  Romeo, he's moaning
 "You  to me I believe"
 And someone says, "You're in the  place, my friend
 You better leave"
  the only sound that's left
 After  ambulances go
 Is Cinderella  up
 On Desolation Row.
 
 Now the moon is  hidden
 The stars are  to hide
 The fortunetelling lady
 Has even taken  her things inside
 All  for Cain and Abel
 And  hunchback of Notre Dame
  is making love
 Or else  rain
  the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
 He's getting ready for the 
 He's going to the carnival 
 On Desolation Row.
 
 Now  she's 'neath the window
 For her I feel  afraid
 On  twenty-second birthday
 She already  an old maid
 To her, death  quite romantic
 She  an iron vest
 Her  her religion
 Her sin is  lifelessness
  though her eyes are fixed upon
 Noah's great rainbow
 She spends her time 
 Into Desolation Row.
 
 Einstein,  as Robin Hood
 With his memories in  trunk
 Passed this way an  ago
 With his friend, a  monk
  looked so immaculately frightful
 As he bummed  cigarette
 Then  went off sniffing drainpipes
  reciting the alphabet
 You would not think to look at 
 But he was famous  ago
  playing the electric violin
 On Desolation Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he keeps his 
  of a leather cup
 But all his sexless 
  trying to blow it up
 Now  nurse, some local loser
 She's in charge of the cyanide 
 And she also keeps the cards  read
  Mercy on His Soul"
 They all play on  whistles
  can hear them blow
 If you  your head out far enough
 From Desolation Row.
 
 Across  street they've nailed the curtains
 They're getting ready for  feast
 The Phantom of the 
 In a perfect  of a priest
 They're spoonfeeding Casanova
 To get him  feel more assured
 Then they'll kill him  self-confidence
 After  him with words
 And the Phantom's shouting  skinny girls
  outa here if you don't know"
  is just being punished for going
 To Desolation Row.
 
 At midnight  the agents
 And the  crew
 Come out and round up 
 That knows more than they 
 Then  bring them to the factory
 Where the heart-attack 
 Is strapped  their shoulders
 And then  kerosene
 Is brought down from  castles
 By insurance men who 
 Check to see  nobody is escaping
 To Desolation Row.
 
 Praise be to  Neptune
  Titanic sails at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
  side are you on ?"
 And Ezra  and T. S. Eliot
 Fighting in  captain's tower
 While calypso singers laugh at 
 And fishermen hold 
 Between the  of the sea
  lovely mermaids flow
 And nobody  to think too much
 About Desolation Row.
 
 Yes, I  your letter yesterday
 About the time the door  broke
 When you asked me how I  doing
 Was that some  of joke ?
 All these  that you mention
 Yes, I know  they're quite lame
 I had  rearrange their faces
  give them all another name
 Right  I can't read too good
 Dont send me no  letters no
 Not unless you  them
 From Desolation Row.