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When played with my recording of this song it needs to have a capo on the second fret.
DThey're selling postcards of the hanging.
They're pGainting the passports Dbrown.
The A7beauty parlour's filled with sailors.
GThe circus is in toDwn.
DHere comes the blind commissioner.
They've Ggot him in a Dtrance.
One A7hand's tied to the tightrope walker.
GThe other is in his pDants.
And the Griot squad they're restless
They Dneed some where to gGo.
As Dlady and I look A7out tonight
GOn Desolation RDow.
DCinderella she seem so easy.
It takes Gon to know one she smiDles.
ThenA7 puts her hand in her back pocket,
GBetty Davis stDyle.
DThen in comes Romeo he's moaning.
You BeloGng to me I beDlieve.
And A7someone says your in the wrong place my friend
GYou better leDave.
And the Gonly sound that's left
AfterD the ambulances gGo.
Is DCinderella sweepA7ing up
GOn DesolatioDn Row.
DNow the moon is almost hidden
The starsG are beginning toD hide
The A7fortune telling lady
GHas already taken all her things inDside.
DAll except for Cane and Able
And the GHunch Back ofD Notre Dame
EverA7yone is making love
GOr else expectinDg rain
And the Ggood Samaritan he's dressing
He's Dgettin ready for the shoGw.
He'Ds going to the cA7arnival
GTonight on DesoDlation Row.
DNow Ophelia she's 'neath the window.
For heGr I feel so afDraid.
On hA7er twenty-second birthday
GShe already is an old Dmaid.
DTo her death is quite romantic.
She wGears an iron Dvest.
Her A7profession's her religion,
GHer sin is her lifeleDssness.
And thouGgh her eyes are fixed upon
Noah'Ds great rainbGow
SheD spends her timeA7 peeking
GInto DesolationD Row.
DEinstein disguised as Robin Hood
With his Gmemories in a Dtrunk
PassA7ed this way an hour ago
GWith his friend a jealous mDonk.
DHe looked so frightful
As he buGmmed a cigareDtte
ThenA7 went off sniffing drain pipes
GAnd reciting the alphDabet.
No you wGould not think to look at him
That Dhe was famous long agGo
ForD playing electriA7c violin
GOn DesolatioDn Row.
DDoctor filth he keeps his word
InsidGe a leatheDr cup
But A7all his sexless patients
GAre trying to blow itD up.
DNow his nurse a local looser
She's inG charge of the cyaniDde hole
And A7she also keeps the cards that read
GHave mercy on hisD soul.
They allG play on penny whistles
You cDan hear them bloGw
If Dyou lean your head out A7far enough
GFrom DesolatiDon Row
DAcross the street they've nailed the curtains
They're gGettin ready for theD feast
The A7phantom of the opera
GA perfect image of a prDiest
DThey're spoon feedin Casanova
To get hGim to feel more aDssured
ThenA7 they'll killed him with self confidence
GAfter poisoning him wDith words
And the Gphantom shouting to skinning girls
Get oDutta her don't you knGow
CasDanova is just beA7ing punished
GFor going to DeDsolation Row.
DNow at midnight all the agents
And tGhe superhuman Dcrews
RounA7d up everyone
GThat knows more than they Ddo.
DThen they bring them to the factory
Where thGe heart attack macDhines
Is sA7trapped across their shoulders
GAnd then the kerDosene
Is brougGht down from the castles
By inDsurance men that goG
CheDck to see that nA7obody is escaping
GTo DesolationD Row
DPraise be to Nero's Neptune
The GTitanic sails atD dawn
And A7everybody shouting
GWhich side are you Don
DAnd Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot
FightingG in the captaDins tower
WhilA7e calypso signers laugh at them
GAnd fishermen hold flDowers
Between Gthe windows of the sea
WhereD lovely mermaids flGow
AndD nobody has to tA7hink too much
GAbout DesolatioDn Row
DYes I received your letter yesterday
About theG time the door knob Dbroke.
WhenA7 you asked me how I was
GWas that some kind Dof joke.
DAll those people that you mention
Yes I knGow them they'Dre quite lame.
I haA7d to rearrange their faces
GAnd give them all anoDther name.
Right noGw I can't read too good
Don'tD send me no more letters nGo.
NotD unless you mailA7 them from
GDesolation DRow.
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