they're selling postcards of the hanging

DESOLATION ROW

LYRICS

They're selling postcards of the hanging
Well they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor's filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Oh look, here comes the blind commissioner
Well they got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope 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 too easy
"Well it takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And now in comes Romeo, moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says,"You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And then the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping 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
They're 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 can't read too good
Don't send me your letters no
Not unless you're gonna mail them
From Desolation Row

THE CRIMEBUSTERS