Desolation row — My chemical romance

They're selling postcards of the hanging. Where they're painting the passports brown. And the beauty parlor's filled with sailors. The circus is in town. Oh now here comes the blind commissoner. Well they've got him in a trance. One hand is tied to the tightrope walker. The other's in his pants.

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And the riot squad they're restless They need some where to go. As lady and I look out tonight On Desolation Row.

Cinderella she seem so easy. Well it takes on to know one she smiles. Then puts her hand in her back pocket, Betty davis style. And then in comes Romeo 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 at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crews Go Out and Round up everyone That knows more than they do. They gonna 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 no one is escaping To Desolation Row

Cause Right now I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters no. Not unless you gotto Desolation Row.