They're selling postcards of the hanging,
well, they're painting the passports Brown,
and the beauty parlor's Filled with sailors the circus is in townoh now look,
here comes the blind commissioner well,
they got him in a trance one hand is tied to the tight-rope walker the other's in his pants,
and the riot squad, they're restless they need somewhere to go as lady and I look out tonight from Desolation row,Cinderella,
she seem so easy "well it takes one to know one,"
she smiles and she puts her hands in her back pockets oh,
bette David style,and now here comes Romeo,
moaning "you belong to me, I believe."
And someone says, "you're in the wrong place,
My Friend.
You better leave"and then the only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweepi' up on Desolation Row,
now At midnight All the Agents and superhuman crew,
go out and round up everyone that knows more than they do(Knows more than they do)
they're gonna bring 'em to the factory where the heart-attack machine is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene,
is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go check to see that no one is escaping to Desolation Row,'cause Right now I can't read too good don't send me no letters,
no not unless you're gonna mail them from Desolation Row.
YOU ARE READING
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