They're selling postcards of the hanging And they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town And now well here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squads are restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row
Cinderella she seems so easy "Well it takes one to know one" she smiles And she puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Taylor 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 the only sound that's left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row
Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Go out and round up everyone That knows more than they do So come on bring them 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 nobody is escaping To Desolation Row
Right now I can't read too good Don't send me no letters no Not unless you gotta mail them From Desolation Row
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