Desolation Row (Rorschach's Journal Mix)

[Intro, sample]

"Rorschach's Journal: October 12th, 1985

Tonight, a comedian died in New York"

[Verse 1]

They're selling postcards of the hanging

Well, they're painting the passports brown

Yeah, the beauty parlor's filled with sailors

The circus is in town

Oh, now look, here comes the blind commissioner

Well, they got him in a trance

One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker

The other's in his pants

[Chorus]

And the riot squad they're restless

They need somewhere to go

As Lady and I look out tonight from

Desolation Row

[Verse 2]

Cindеrella, she seems so easy

"Wеll, 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 if someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend"

You better leave

[Chorus]

And then the only sound that's left

After the ambulances go

Is Cinderella sweeping up on

Desolation Row

Yeah!

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]

Now at midnight, all the agents

And superhuman crew

Go out and round up everyone

That knows more than they do (Knows more than they do)

They're going to bring them to the factory

Where the heart-attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders

And then the kerosene

[Chorus]

Is brought down from the castles

By insurance men who go

Check to see that no one is escaping to

Desolation Row

[Outro]

'Cause right now, I can't read too good

Don't send me no letters, no

Not unless you're going to mail them from

Desolation Row

Ah!