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[00:08.62]They're selling postcards of the hanging
[00:13.63]They're painting the passports brown
[00:18.13]The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
[00:22.79]The circus is in town
[00:27.49]Here comes the blind commissioner
[00:31.74]They've got him in a trance
[00:35.90]One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
[00:41.31]The other is in his pants
[00:45.01]And the riot squad they're restless
[00:49.72]They need somewhere to go
[00:53.87]As Lady and I look out tonight
[00:58.07]From Desolation Row
[01:07.33]Cinderella, she seems so easy
[01:12.14]takes one to know one,she smiles
[01:16.74]And puts her hands in her back pockets
[01:21.20]Bette Davis style
[01:25.70]And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
[01:29.90]Belong to Me I Believe
[01:34.35]And someone says,
[01:36.41]You're in the wrong place,
[01:38.01]my friend You better leave
[01:43.31]And the only sound that's left
[01:47.82]After the ambulances go
[01:52.57]Is Cinderella sweeping up
[01:56.73]On Desolation Row
[02:05.53]Now the moon is almost hidden
[02:10.34]The stars are beginning to hide
[02:14.79]The fortunetelling lady
[02:18.94]Has even taken all her things inside
[02:23.50]All except for Cain and Abel
[02:27.55]And the hunchback of Notre Dame
[02:32.55]Everybody is making lo*e
[02:36.50]Or else expecting rain
[02:41.16]And the Good Samaritan,
[02:43.56]he's dressing
[02:45.26]He's getting ready for the show
[02:50.01]He's going to the carnival tonight
[02:54.41]On Desolation Row
[03:03.21]Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
[03:07.42]For her I feel so afraid
[03:11.92]On her twenty-second birthday
[03:16.23]She already is an old maid
[03:20.68]To her, death is quite romantic
[03:25.13]She wears an iron vest
[03:29.49]Her profession's her religion
[03:33.99]Her sin is her lifelessness
[03:38.54]And though her eyes are fixed upon
[03:43.24]Noah's great rainbow
[03:47.45]She spends her time peeking
[03:50.55]Into Desolation Row
[04:00.80]Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
[04:04.81]With his memories in a trunk
[04:09.46]Passed this way an hour ago
[04:13.46]With his friend, a jealous monk
[04:17.71]He looked so immaculately frightful
[04:22.32]As he bummed a cigarette
[04:26.38]Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
[04:30.48]And reciting the alphabet
[04:35.64]Now you would not think to look at him
[04:39.59]But he was famous long ago
[04:44.24]For playing the electric violin
[04:48.24]On Desolation Row
[04:57.15]Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
[05:01.80]Inside of a leather cup
[05:06.26]But all his sexless patients
[05:10.16]They're trying to blow it up
[05:14.87]Now his nurse, some local loser
[05:18.87]She's in charge of the cyanide hole
[05:23.57]And she also keeps the cards that read
[05:27.87]Mercy on His Soul
[05:33.02]They all play on penny whistles
[05:37.03]You can hear them blow
[05:41.33]If you lean your head out far enough
[05:45.43]From Desolation Row
[05:54.14]Across the street
[05:55.89]they've nailed the curtains
[05:58.64]They're getting ready for the feast
[06:03.29]The Phantom of the Opera
[06:07.15]A perfect image of a priest
[06:11.65]They're spoonfeeding Casanova
[06:16.10]To get him to feel more assured
[06:19.96]Then they'll kill him
[06:21.87]with self-confidence
[06:24.57]After poisoning him with words
[06:30.28]And the Phantom's
[06:31.73]shouting to skinny girls
[06:34.93]Outa Here If You Don't Know
[06:39.04]Casanova is just
[06:41.29]being punished for going
[06:43.89]To Desolation Row
[06:51.90]Now at midnight all the agents
[06:56.20]And the superhuman crew
[07:01.00]Come out and round up everyone
[07:05.35]That knows more than they do
[07:09.45]Then they bring them to the factory
[07:13.71]Where the heart-attack machine
[07:17.66]Is strapped across their shoulders
[07:22.46]And then the kerosene
[07:26.92]Is brought down from the castles
[07:30.92]By insurance men who go
[07:35.32]Check to see that nobody is escaping
[07:39.17]To Desolation Row
[07:46.48]Praise be to Nero's Neptune
[07:50.58]The Titanic sails at dawn
[07:55.59]And everybody's shouting
[07:59.74]Side Are You On?
[08:03.69]And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
[08:07.49]Fighting in the captain's tower
[08:12.44]While calypso singers laugh at them
[08:16.54]And fishermen hold flowers
[08:21.35]Between the windows of the sea
[08:25.00]Where lovely mermaids flow
[08:30.20]And nobody has to think too much
[08:33.95]About Desolation Row
[09:33.76]Yes, I received your letter yesterday
[09:38.01](About the time the door knob broke)
[09:42.01]When you asked how I was doing
[09:46.96]Was that some kind of joke?
[09:50.82]All these people that you mention
[09:54.87]Yes, I know them,
[09:56.57]they're quite lame
[09:59.18]I had to rearrange their faces
[10:02.93]And give them all another name
[10:08.04]Right now I can't read too good
[10:12.39]Don't send me no more letters no
[10:17.15]Not unless you mail them
[10:20.45]From Desolation Row