[Verses]D
They're selling postcards of the hanging.
G D
They're painting the passports brown.
A7
The beauty parlour's filled with sailors.
G D
The circus is in town.
G D
They've got him in a trance.
A7
One hand's tied to the tightrope walker.
G D
The other is in his pants.
G
And the riot squad they're restless
D
They need some where to go.
D A7
As lady and I look out tonight
G D
On Desolation Row.
D
They're selling postcards of the hanging
D G D
They're painting the passports brown
D A
The beauty parlour's filled with sailors
G D
The circus is in town
D
Here comes the blind commissioner
D G D
They got him in a trance
D A
One hand is tied to the tightrope walker
G D
The other is in his pants
D G
And the riot squad they're restless
D G
They need somewhere to go
D A
As lady and I look out tonight
A G D
On desolation row
