They all play on penny whistles, you can hear them blow, if you lean your head out far enough, from Desolation Row
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
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