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They're selling postcards of the hanging
Well they're painting the passports brown
And the beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
And now here comes the blind commissioner
Well, they've 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 seems so easy
Well, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And she puts her hands in her back pockets
It's a Bette Davis style
And then it 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 midnight all the agents
And superhuman crew
Go out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they 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 no one is escaping
To Desolation Row
'Cause right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you got the mail back
From Desolation Row
Edited by ~vale93kotor} - 2/2/2009, 16:28
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