Theyre selling postcards of the hanging Well theyre painting the passports brown And the beauty parlors filled with sailors The circus is in town Oh now look, here comes the blind commissioner Well they got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The others in his pants And the riot squad theyre restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seem so easy Well it takes one to know one, she smiles And she puts her hands in her back pockets Oh Bette Davis style And now here comes Romeo, moaning You Belong to Me I Believe And someone says, Youre in the wrong place, my friend You better leave And then the only sound thats left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweepin up On Desolation Row Now at midnight all the agents And superhuman crew Go out and round up everyone That knows more than they do (Knows more than they do) Theyre gonna bring em 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 cant read too good Dont send me no letters no Not unless youre gonna mail them From Desolation Row https://youtube/watch?v=FOuSxal8pf4
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 05:24:46 +0000
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