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  • They’re selling postcards of the hanging
    They’re painting the passports brown
    The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
    The circus is in town
    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 squad they’re restless
    They need somewhere to go
    As Lady and I look out tonight
    From Desolation Row

    Cinderella, she seems so easy
    “It takes one to know one,” she smiles
    And puts her hands in her back pockets
    Bette Davis style
    And in comes Romeo, he’s 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 the moon is almost hidden
    The stars are beginning to hide
    The fortune-telling lady
    Has even taken all her things inside
    All except for Cain and Abel
    And the hunchback of Notre Dame
    Everybody is making love
    Or else expecting rain
    And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing
    He’s getting ready for the show
    He’s going to the carnival tonight
    On Desolation Row

    Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window
    For her I feel so afraid
    On her twenty-second birthday
    She already is an old maid
    To her, death is quite romantic
    She wears an iron vest
    Her profession’s her religion
    Her sin is her lifelessness
    And though her eyes are fixed upon
    Noah’s great rainbow
    She spends her time peeking
    Into Desolation Row

    Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
    With his memories in a trunk
    Passed this way an hour ago
    With his friend, a jealous monk
    He looked so immaculately frightful
    As he bummed a cigarette
    Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
    And reciting the alphabet
    Now you would not think to look at him
    But he was famous long ago
    For playing the electric violin
    On Desolation Row

    Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
    Inside of a leather cup
    But all his ***less patients
    They’re trying to blow it up
    Now his nurse, some local loser
    She’s in charge of the cyanide hole
    And she also keeps the cards that read
    “Have Mercy on His Soul”
    They all play on pennywhistles
    You can hear them blow
    If you lean your head out far enough
    From Desolation Row

    Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains
    They’re getting ready for the feast
    The Phantom of the Opera
    A perfect image of a priest
    They’re spoonfeeding Casanova
    To get him to feel more assured
    Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence
    After poisoning him with words
    And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls
    “Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know
    Casanova is just being punished for going
    To Desolation Row”

    Now at midnight all the agents
    And the superhuman crew
    Come 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 nobody is escaping
    To Desolation Row

    Praise be to Nero’s Neptune
    The Titanic sails at dawn
    And everybody’s shouting
    “Which Side Are You On?”
    And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
    Fighting in the captain’s tower
    While calypso singers laugh at them
    And fishermen hold flowers
    Between the windows of the sea
    Where lovely mermaids flow
    And nobody has to think too much
    About Desolation Row

    Yes, I received your letter yesterday
    (About the time the doorknob broke)
    When you asked how I was doing
    Was that some kind of joke?
    All these people that you mention
    Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
    I had to rearrange their faces
    And give them all another name
    Right now I can’t read too good
    Don’t send me no more letters, no
    Not unless you mail them
    From Desolation Row
  • [00:08.96]They’re selling postcards of the hanging
    [00:13.24]They’re painting the passports brown
    [00:18.28]The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
    [00:23.12]The circus is in town
    [00:28.05]Here comes the blind commissioner
    [00:31.74]They’ve got him in a trance
    [00:36.28]One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
    [00:41.00]The other is in his pants
    [00:45.19]And the riot squad they’re restless
    [00:49.83]They need somewhere to go
    [00:54.21]As Lady and I look out tonight
    [00:58.55]From Desolation Row
    [01:02.99]
    [01:07.87]Cinderella, she seems so easy
    [01:12.27]“It takes one to know one,” she smiles
    [01:16.70]And puts her hands in her back pockets
    [01:21.53]Bette Davis style
    [01:25.82]And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning
    [01:29.86]“You Belong to Me I Believe”
    [01:34.29]And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend
    [01:39.78]You better leave”
    [01:43.51]And the only sound that’s left
    [01:47.70]After the ambulances go
    [01:52.59]Is Cinderella sweeping up
    [01:56.48]On Desolation Row
    [02:03.00]
    [02:05.39]Now the moon is almost hidden
    [02:09.93]The stars are beginning to hide
    [02:14.50]The fortune-telling lady
    [02:18.69]Has even taken all her things inside
    [02:23.23]All except for Cain and Abel
    [02:27.06]And the hunchback of Notre Dame
    [02:32.00]Everybody is making love
    [02:36.18]Or else expecting rain
    [02:40.82]And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing
    [02:43.62]He’s getting ready for the show
    [02:49.50]He’s going to the carnival tonight
    [02:53.83]On Desolation Row
    [02:59.37]
    [03:02.71]Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window
    [03:07.25]For her I feel so afraid
    [03:11.44]On her twenty-second birthday
    [03:15.67]She already is an old maid
    [03:20.15]To her, death is quite romantic
    [03:24.69]She wears an iron vest
    [03:28.88]Her profession’s her religion
    [03:33.27]Her sin is her lifelessness
    [03:38.15]And though her eyes are fixed upon
    [03:42.59]Noah’s great rainbow
    [03:46.87]She spends her time peeking
    [03:50.46]Into Desolation Row
    [03:55.10]
    [03:59.98]Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
    [04:04.07]With his memories in a trunk
    [04:08.66]Passed this way an hour ago
    [04:12.65]With his friend, a jealous monk
    [04:16.89]He looked so immaculately frightful
    [04:21.22]As he bummed a cigarette
    [04:25.56]Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
    [04:29.70]And reciting the alphabet
    [04:34.72]Now you would not think to look at him
    [04:38.56]But he was famous long ago
    [04:43.24]For playing the electric violin
    [04:47.23]On Desolation Row
    [04:50.98]
    [04:56.06]Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
    [05:00.40]Inside of a leather cup
    [05:05.19]But all his ***less patients
    [05:09.08]They’re trying to blow it up
    [05:13.77]Now his nurse, some local loser
    [05:17.85]She’s in charge of the cyanide hole
    [05:22.49]And she also keeps the cards that read
    [05:26.67]“Have Mercy on His Soul”
    [05:31.84]They all play on pennywhistles
    [05:35.93]You can hear them blow
    [05:40.03]If you lean your head out far enough
    [05:44.16]From Desolation Row
    [05:48.49]
    [05:52.73]Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains
    [05:57.11]They’re getting ready for the feast
    [06:01.39]The Phantom of the Opera
    [06:05.82]A perfect image of a priest
    [06:10.16]They’re spoonfeeding Casanova
    [06:14.75]To get him to feel more assured
    [06:18.84]Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence
    [06:23.13]After poisoning him with words
    [06:28.77]And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls
    [06:33.25]“Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know
    [06:37.49]Casanova is just being punished for going
    [06:41.92]To Desolation Row”
    [06:48.43]
    [06:50.57]Now at midnight all the agents
    [06:54.86]And the superhuman crew
    [06:59.30]Come out and round up everyone
    [07:03.39]That knows more than they do
    [07:07.67]Then they bring them to the factory
    [07:12.01]Where the heart-attack machine
    [07:16.35]Is strapped across their shoulders
    [07:20.79]And then the kerosene
    [07:25.08]Is brought down from the castles
    [07:29.02]By insurance men who go
    [07:33.50]Check to see that nobody is escaping
    [07:37.29]To Desolation Row
    [07:42.84]
    [07:44.73]Praise be to Nero’s Neptune
    [07:48.71]The Titanic sails at dawn
    [07:53.30]And everybody’s shouting
    [07:57.84]“Which Side Are You On?”
    [08:01.77]And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
    [08:06.70]Fighting in the captain’s tower
    [08:10.89]While calypso singers laugh at them
    [08:14.54]And fishermen hold flowers
    [08:19.47]Between the windows of the sea
    [08:23.41]Where lovely mermaids flow
    [08:28.00]And nobody has to think too much
    [08:31.95]About Desolation Row
    [08:35.78]
    [09:31.37]Yes, I received your letter yesterday
    [09:35.51](About the time the doorknob broke)
    [09:39.64]When you asked how I was doing
    [09:44.37]Was that some kind of joke?
    [09:48.37]All these people that you mention
    [09:52.51]Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
    [09:56.79]I had to rearrange their faces
    [10:00.93]And give them all another name
    [10:05.96]Right now I can’t read too good
    [10:10.05]Don’t send me no more letters, no
    [10:14.54]Not unless you mail them
    [10:17.99]From Desolation Row