Desolation Row

The sewer postcards are hanging where the painting The pastor frowned. And the beauty parlor's filled with sailors, The circus is in town. And now here comes the blind commissioner with a Cannon in a trance. One hand is tied to the tightrope 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 when she smiles. As she pulls his hands in her back pocket, The burnin' daylight smiles. Now but here comes Romeo moaning, "You belong to me, I believe." And as someone says, "You're in the wrong place My friend, you better leave." And every other sound that's left after the Ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row. Yeah, midnight all the agents and superhuman crew Go out and round up everyone that knows more Than they do. So they bring 'em to the factory where the Heart attack machine is strapped across their Shoulders and then they kill the scene. It's brought to us from the castles by insurance Men who go check to see that no one Has escaped into Desolation Row. 'Cause I know I can't reach you, So send me your letter snow. Not unless you got a mailman from Desolation Row.