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
Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one,"
she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I
Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you
Better leave"
And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to
hide
The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things
inside
All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready
for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
As he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him, but he was famous
long ago
For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he
