[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Cinderella, she seems so easy
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles
Puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
In comes Romeo, he’s moaning
“You Belong to Me I Believe”
Someone turns and says, “You’re in the wrong room, my friend
You better leave”
And the only sound that’s left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation 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
[Verse 2]
Cinderella, she seems so easy
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles
Puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
In comes Romeo, he’s moaning
“You Belong to Me I Believe”
Someone turns and says, “You’re in the wrong room, my friend
You better leave”
And the only sound that’s left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
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