| They’re selling postcards of the hanging
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| Where they’re painting the passports brown
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| Yeah, the beauty parlor’s filled with sailors
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| The circus is in town
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| Oh now but here comes the blind commissioner
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| Well, they got him in a trance
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| One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
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| The other’s in his pants
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| And the riot squad, they’re restless
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| They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight
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| From Desolation Row
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| Cinderella, she seems so easy
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| «Well, it takes one to know one,"she smiles
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| And she puts her hands in her back pockets
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| Bette Davis style
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| Now but in comes Romeo moaning
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| «You belong to me I believe»
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| And someone says, «You're in the wrong place, my friend
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| You better leave»
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| And then only sound that’s left
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| After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row
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| Now at midnight all the agents
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| And super-human crew
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| Go out and round up everyone
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| That knows more than they do They gonna bring 'em to the factory
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| Where the heart-attack machine
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| Is strapped across their shoulders
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| And then the kerosene!
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| Is brought down from the castles
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| By insurance men who go Check to see that no one is escaping
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| To Desolation Row
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| 'Cause right now I can’t read too good
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| Don’t send me no letters, no Not unless you gotta mail them
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| From Desolation Row |