D
They're selling postcards of the hanging
         G                     D
They're painting the passports brown
    A7
The beauty parlour is filled with sailors
G                     D
 The circus is in town


Here comes the blind commissoner

        G            D
They've got him in a trance
    A7
One hand is tied to the tightrope walker
G                    D
 The other is in his pants
        G
And the riot squad they're restless
     D
They need some where to go
   D               A7
As lady and I look out tonight
G              D
 On Desolation Row


Cinderella she seems so easy
It takes one to know one she smiles
And 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 you're in the wrong place my friend
You'd 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 Abel
And the Hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody 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 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
Then went off sniffing drain pipes
And reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Doctor Filth he keeps his world 
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They are trying to blow it up
Now his nurse some local loser
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 a penny whistle
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
In a perfect image of a priest
They're spoon feedin Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the phantom shouting to skinny girls
Get outta here if don't you know
Casanova is just being punished
For going to Desolation Row

At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them 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 nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody is shouting
Which side are you on
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers 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 doing
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

Be seeing you,
Kelwyn.
E|---------|

He said that's alright babe,
I love you too.
But we were Tangled Up In Blue.
       - Bob Dylan


D
They're selling postcards of the hanging
D       G                      D
They're painting the passports brown
D   A
The beauty parlour's filled with sailors
G                D
The circus is in town
D
Here comes the blind commissioner
D    G            D
They got him in a trance
D   A
One hand is tied to the tightrope walker
G                   D
The other is in his pants
D       G
And the riot squad they're restless
D                     G
They need somewhere to go
D                  A
As lady and I look out tonight
A  G          D
On desolation row