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Desolation Row

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They're selling [C]postcards [F]of the [C]hanging
They're [F]painting the passports [C]brown
The [G]beauty parlor is filled with sailors
[F]The circus is in [C]town
[C]Here comes the blind commissioner
They've [F]got him in a [C]trance
One hand is [G]tied to the tight-rope walker
The [F]other is in his [C]pants
And the [F]riot squad they're restless
They [C]need somewhere to [F]go  
As [C]Lady and I look [G]out tonight
From [F]Desolation [C]Row  

Cinder[C]ella, she [F]seems s[C]o easy
"It t[F]akes one to know one," sh[C]e smiles
And [G]puts her hands in her back pockets
[F]Bette Davis[C] style
[C]And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You [F]Belong to Me I [C]Believe"
And[G] someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
[F]You better [C]leave"
And [F]the only sound that's left
[C]After the ambulances[F] go  
Is [C]Cinderella s[F]weeping up
On De[F]solation Ro[C]w  

Now the[C] moon is a[F]lmost h[C]idden
The s[F]tars are be[C]ginning to hide
[G]The fortunetelling lady
Has e[F]ven taken a[C]ll her things inside
[C]All except for Cain and Abel
And t[F]he hunchbac[C]k of Notre Dame
[G]Everybody is making love
Or el[F]se expectin[C]g rain
[F]And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting [C]ready for the [F]show
He's[C] going to the [G]carnival tonight
On De[F]solation Ro[C]w  

Now Opheli[C]a, she's '[F]neath t[C]he window
For h[F]er I feel s[C]o afraid
[G]On her twenty-second birthday
She a[F]lready is a[C]n old maid
[C]To her, death is quite romantic
She w[F]ears an iro[C]n vest
[G]Her profession's her religion
Her s[F]in is her l[C]ifelessness
And [F]though her eyes are fixed upon
N[C]oah's great[F] rainbow
[C]She spends her time [G]peeking
Into [F]Desolation [C]Row  

[C]Einstein, [F]disguised as R[C]obin Hood
With [F]his memorie[C]s in a trunk
[G]Passed this way an hour ago
With [F]his friend, a jealous [C]monk
[C]He looked so immaculately frightful
As he[F] bummed a c[C]igarette
Then [G]he went off sniffing drainpipes
And r[F]eciting the[C] alphabet
Now you [F]would not think to look at him
But he was [C]famous long[F] ago
For [C]playing the electric [G]violin
On De[F]solation Ro[C]w  

Dr. F[C]ilth, he k[F]eeps hi[C]s world
Insid[F]e of a leat[C]her cup
[G]But all his sexless patients
They'[F]re trying t[C]o blow it up
[C]Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in [F]charge of the c[C]yanide hole
And she [G]also keeps the cards that read
"Have[F] Mercy on H[C]is Soul"
[F]They all play on penny whistles
[C]You can hear the[F]m blow
If [C]you lean your head out [G]far enough
From [F]Desolation [C]Row  

Across the [C]street they've n[F]ailed the c[C]urtains
They'[F]re getting [C]ready for the feast
[G]The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect[F] image of a[C] priest
[C]They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To ge[F]t him to feel more[C] assured
Then they'll [G]kill him with self-confidence
After[F] poisoning [C]him with words
And the P[F]hantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Ge[C]t Outa Here If You Don[F]'t Know
Ca[C]sanova is just being[G] punished for going
To De[F]solation Ro[C]w"  

Now at[C] midnight [F]all the[C] agents
And t[F]he superhum[C]an crew
[G]Come out and round up everyone
That [F]knows more [C]than they do
[C]Then they bring them to the factory
Where[F] the heart-[C]attack machine
[G]Is strapped across their shoulders
And t[F]hen the ker[C]osene
Is [F]brought down from the castles
By [C]insurance men who [F]go  
Ch[C]eck to see that no[G]body is escaping
To De[F]solation Ro[C]w  

Pra[C]ise be to [F]Nero's [C]Neptune
The T[F]itanic sails at [C]dawn
And [G]everybody's shouting
"Which S[F]ide Are You[C] On?"
And [C]Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fight[F]ing in the captain'[C]s tower
While [G]calypso singers laugh at them
And f[F]ishermen hold [C]flowers
B[F]etween the windows of the sea
Where [C]lovely mermaids [F]flow
And [C]nobody has to [G]think too much
About[F] Desolation[C] Row

Yes, I rec[C]eived your[F] letter[C] yesterday
About th[F]e time the door knob br[C]oke  
When you a[G]sked how I was doing
Was that[F] some kind of [C]joke?
All these [C]people that you mention
Yes, I k[F]now them, they're quite[C] lame
I [G]had to rearrange their faces
And [F]give them all another n[C]ame  
Ri[F]ght now I can't read too good
Don't [C]send me no more letters [F]no  
[C]Not unless you [G]mail them
From [F]Desolation [C]Row  


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 fortunetelling 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 sexless 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 penny whistles
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 door knob 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

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