They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
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 out tonight
From Desolation Row.

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And 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.

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.

Theres a girl in my town
If you see her keep your head down
Zoë
Youll want to stare for a while
But dont you fall for that smile
Zoë
She'll make you cry, make you cry, make you cry
Zoë
She has the looks to ****
And what she'll do to you will
Zoë
I'm telling you as a friend
She'll make your whole world end
Zoë
She'll make you cry, make you cry, make you cry
Zoë
Now i go through life drunk
Because my heart has sunk
Zoë
So trust me stay away
Or you'll be like me someday
Zoë
She'll make you cry, make you cry, make you cry
Zoë

Dolefully trudge to my chamber this night.
Carrying burden of this inimical plight.
Scrawling as a means to drop this weight light.
But alas, who will read these words that I write?

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Heaven in a dark place.
Jokers with no face.
Not a moment free yet not a thing to do.
The theif paints his cell wall.
With crushed plants and they fall.
Ivory clouds speckle the sky of blue.
Deep in the brain stem.
A bulb burning light dim.
Wallows the roots of everything once feared.
Blind marchers guiding.
Hunters found hiding.
Messy brigade leaves the ruins cleared.
Time will move on and on and on and on and on you too soon.
By the time eyes adjust to the sun you'll be seeing the moon.

Knocked to the sand with a wave of fate
I reach now for the hand but I am too late
Would you be the one to bring back the bait?
For hours upon hours i yearn for that date

Through an egoman's view
Saul mauled the maker
Though his words rang true
Saul deemed he a faker
The throne in the kingdom was ravished with smite
The maker made use of his power and might
He banished his attacker, yet to his dread
The maker as witness, Saul's air had spread
With his cherished creation, immersed in sin
The maker bolts the gate. No more welcome in.

Procrastination is like *******.
It feels good until you remember that you're ******* yourself.

Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination

We'll begin with a spin
Traveling in the world
Of my creation
What we'll see
Will defy explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanna change the world?
There's nothing to it

There is no life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be