Cinderella she seem so easy.
It takes on to know one she
smiles.
Then puts her hand in her
back pocket,
Betty davis style.
Then in comes Romeo he's moaning.
You Belong to me I believe.
And someone says your 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 already taken all her
things inside.
All except for Cane and Able
And the Hunch Back of Notre
Dame
Everyone is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the good samaritan he's
dressing
He's gettin ready for the
show.
He's going to the carinval
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.
Einstien 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 frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then went off sniffing drain
pipes
And reciting the alphabet.
No you would not think to
look at him
That he was famous long ago
For playing electric violin
On Desolation Row.
Doctor filth he keeps his word
Inside a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
Are trying to blow it up.
Now his nurse a local looser
She's in charge of the cyanaide
hole
And she also keeps the cards
that read
Have mercy on his soul.
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out
far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed
the curtains
They're gettin ready for the
feast
The phantom of the opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoon feedin Casonova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll killed him with
self confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the phantom shouting to
skinning girls
Get outta her don't you know
Casanova is just being punished
For going to Desolation Row.
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crews
Round up everyone
That knows more than they
do.
Then they bring them to the
factory
Where the heart attack machines
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men that go
Check to see that nobody is
escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody shouting
Which side are you on
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot
Fighting in the captains tower
While calypso signers laugh
at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the
sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too
much
About Desolation Row
Yes I received your letter
yesterday
About the time the door knob
broke.
When you asked me how I was
Was that some kind of joke.
All those people that you
mention
Yes I know them they're quite
lame.
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another
name.
Right now I can't read too
good
Don't send me no more letters
no.
Not unless you mail them from
Desolation Row.
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