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 They're selling postcards of  hanging
 They're  the passports brown
  beauty parlor is filled with sailors
 The circus is in 
 Here  the blind commissioner
  got him in a trance
  hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
  other is in his pants
 And the riot squad they're 
 They need  to go
  Lady and I look out tonight
 From Desolation Row.
 
 Cinderella,  seems so easy
 "It  one to know one," she smiles
 And puts  hands in her back pockets
 Bette Davis style
 And in comes  he's moaning
 "You belong to  I believe"
  someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
 You better leave"
 And the only  that's left
 After  ambulances go
  Cinderella sweeping up
 On Desolation Row.
 
  the moon is almost hidden
 The  are beginning to hide
 The fortunetelling lady
 Has even  all her things inside
 All  for Cain and Abel
 And the  of Notre Dame
 Everybody is making 
 Or else  rain
 And the Good Samaritan, he's 
 He's  ready for the show
  going to the carnival tonight
 On Desolation Row.
 
 Now Ophelia, she's 'neath  window
 For her  feel so afraid
 On her  birthday
 She  is an old maid
 To her, death  quite romantic
 She  an iron vest
 Her  her religion
 Her sin  her lifelessness
 And though her eyes are  upon
 Noah's great rainbow
 She spends  time peeking
 Into Desolation Row.
 
 Einstein,  as Robin Hood
 With his  in a trunk
 Passed  way an hour ago
  his friend, a jealous monk
 He looked so  frightful
 As he  a cigarette
 Then he  off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
  would not think to look at him
 But he was famous  ago
 For playing the  violin
 On Desolation Row.
 
 Dr.  he keeps his world
  of a leather cup
  all his sexless patients
 They're trying  blow it up
 Now  nurse, some local loser
 She's  charge of the cyanide hole
 And  also keeps the cards that read
 "Have Mercy on His 
 They all play on  whistles
  can hear them blow
 If you lean  head out far enough
 From Desolation Row.
 
 Across the street they've nailed the 
 They're getting ready for  feast
 The Phantom of  Opera
 In a perfect image of a 
 They're spoonfeeding Casanova
 To get him to feel more 
 Then  kill him with self-confidence
 After poisoning him  words
 And the Phantom's shouting to  girls
 "Get outa here if you don't 
 Casanova  just being punished for going
 To Desolation Row.
 
  midnight all the agents
  the superhuman crew
 Come out and  up everyone
 That knows more than  do
  they bring them to the factory
 Where  heart-attack machine
 Is strapped  their shoulders
  then the kerosene
 Is brought down  the castles
 By  men who go
 Check to see that nobody is 
 To Desolation Row.
 
 Praise be to Nero's 
  Titanic sails at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side  you on ?"
 And Ezra  and T. S. Eliot
 Fighting in the captain's 
 While calypso singers laugh at 
 And fishermen hold 
 Between the  of the sea
 Where lovely  flow
 And nobody has to  too much
 About Desolation Row.
 
 Yes, I received your  yesterday
 About the time the door knob 
 When you asked  how I was doing
 Was that some kind of joke 
 All these people that you 
 Yes, I know them, they're quite 
 I had to rearrange their 
 And give  all another name
 Right now I can't read too 
 Dont send me no more letters 
 Not  you mail them
 From Desolation Row.