Desoation 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.

Chorus:

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 mail them from
 
           
Desolation Row.