Bob Dylan Desolation Row Vicar Street Dublin 13th Sept 2000
Courtesy Of Woolhall 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 tightrope 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 Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside All except
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