Singer: My Chemical Romance
Written by: Bob Dylan
Album: Watchmen Soundtrack
They're selling postcards of the hanging
Well, they're painting the passports brown
And the beauty parlor's filled with sailors
The circus is in town
And now here comes the blind commissioner
Well 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 up tonight from
Desolation row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"Well, it takes one to know one," she smiles
And she puts her hands in her back pockets
Oh, Bette Davis style
And now here comes Romeo, moaning
"You belong to me, I believe,"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend,
You'd better leave,"
And then the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on
Desolation row
At midnight all the agents and superhuman crew
Go out and round up everyone who knows more then 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
But right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters, no
Not unless you got a mail them from
Desolation row
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