My Chemical Romance

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They’reSelling postcardsOf the hangingThey’re paintingThe passports brownThe beauty parlorIs filled with sailorsThe circus is in townHere comesThe blind commissionerThey’ve got him in a tranceOne hand is tiedTo the tight-rope walkerThe other is in his pantsAnd the riot squadThey’re restlessThey need somewhere to goAs LadyAnd I look out tonightFrom Desolation Row

CinderellaShe seems so easy“It takes one to know one”She smilesAnd puts her handsIn her back pocketsBette Davis styleAnd in comes RomeoHe’s moaning“You Belong to Me I Believe”And someone says“You’re in the wrong placeMy friendYou better leave”And the only sound that’s leftAfter the ambulances goIs Cinderella sweeping upOn Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hiddenThe stars are beginning to hideThe fortunetelling ladyHas even takenAll her things insideAll except for Cain and AbelAnd the hunchback of Notre DameEverybody is making loveOr else expecting rainAnd the Good SamaritanHe’s dressingHe’s getting readyFor the showHe’s goingTo the carnival tonightOn Desolation Row

Now OpheliaShe’s ‘neath the windowFor her I feel so afraidOn her twenty-second birthdayShe already is an old maid

To her deathIs quite romanticShe wears an iron vestHer profession’s her religionHer sin is her lifelessnessAnd though her eyesAre fixed uponNoah’s great rainbowShe spends her time peekingInto Desolation Row

EinsteinDisguised as Robin HoodWith his memories in a trunkPassed this way an hour agoWith his friendA jealous monkHe lookedSo immaculately frightfulAs he bummed a cigaretteThen he went offSniffing drainpipesAnd reciting the alphabetNow youWould not thinkTo look at himBut he was famous long agoFor playingThe electric violinOn Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his worldInside of a leather cupBut all his sexless patientsThey’re trying to blow it upNow his nurse, some local loserShe’s in chargeOf the cyanide holeAnd she also keepsThe cards that read“Have Mercy on His Soul”They all playOn penny whistlesYou can hear them blowIf you leanYour head out far enoughFrom Desolation Row

Across the streetThey’ve nailed the curtainsThey’re getting readyFor the feastThe Phantom of the OperaA perfect image of a priestThey’re spoon feeding CasanovaTo get him to feel more assuredThen they’ll kill himWith self-confidenceAfter poisoning him with words

And the Phantom’sShouting to skinny girls“Get Outta HereIf You Don’t KnowCasanova is just beingPunished for goingTo Desolation Row”

Now at midnight all the agentsAnd the superhuman crewCome out and round up everyoneThat knows more than they doThen they bring them to the factoryWhere the heart-attack machineIs strapped across their shouldersAnd then the keroseneIs brought down from the castlesBy insurance men who goCheck to seeThat nobody is escapingTo Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero’s NeptuneThe Titanic sails at dawnAnd everybody’s shouting“Which Side Are You On?”And Ezra Pound and T. S. EliotFighting in the captain’s towerWhile calypso singers laugh at themAnd fishermen hold flowersBetween the windows of the seaWhere lovely mermaids flowAnd nobody has to think too muchAbout Desolation Row

Yes,I received your letter yesterday(About the time the door knob broke)When you asked how I was doingWas that some kind of joke?All these people that you mentionYes, I know them, they’re quite lameI had to rearrange their facesAnd give them all another nameRight now I can’t read too goodDon’t send me no more letters noNot unless you mail themFrom Desolation Row

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