Desolation Row (mcr Version) Lyrics - My Chemical Romance

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 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 fortunetelling lady 

Has even taken 

All her things inside 

All except for Cain and Abel 

And the hunchback of Notre Dame 

Everybody is making love 

Or else expecting rain 

And the Good Samaritan 

He's dressing 

He's getting ready 

For the show 

He's going 

To the carnival tonight 

On Desolation Row 

Now 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 

Einstein 

Disguised as Robin Hood 

With his memories in a trunk 

Passed this way an hour ago 

With his friend 

A jealous monk 

He looked 

So immaculately frightful 

As he bummed a cigarette 

Then he went off 

Sniffing drainpipes 

And reciting the alphabet 

Now you 

Would not think 

To look at him 

But he was famous long ago 

For playing 

The electric violin 

On Desolation Row 

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world 

Inside of a leather cup 

But all his sexless patients 

They're trying to blow it up 

Now his nurse, some local loser 

She's in charge 

Of the cyanide hole 

And she also keeps 

The cards that read 

"Have Mercy on His Soul" 

They all play 

On penny whistles 

You can hear them blow 

If you lean 

Your head out far enough 

From Desolation Row 

Across the street 

They've nailed the curtains 

They're getting ready 

For the feast 

The Phantom of the Opera 

A perfect image of a priest 

They're spoon feeding Casanova 

To get him to feel more assured 

Then they'll kill him 

With self-confidence 

After poisoning him with words 

And the Phantom's 

Shouting to skinny girls 

"Get Outta Here 

If You Don't Know 

Casanova is just being 

Punished for going 

To Desolation Row" 

Now at midnight all the agents 

And the superhuman crew 

Come out and round up everyone 

That knows more than they do 

Then they bring them to the factory 

Where the heart-attack machine 

Is strapped across their shoulders 

And then the kerosene 

Is brought down from the castles 

By insurance men who go 

Check to see 

That nobody is escaping 

To Desolation Row 

Praise be to Nero's Neptune 

The Titanic sails at dawn 

And everybody's shouting 

"Which Side Are You On?" 

And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot 

Fighting in the captain's tower 

While calypso singers laugh at them 

And fishermen hold flowers 

Between the windows of the sea 

Where lovely mermaids flow 

And nobody has to think too much 

About Desolation Row 

Yes, 

I received your letter yesterday 

(About the time the door knob broke) 

When you asked how I was doing 

Was that some kind of joke? 

All these people that you mention 

Yes, I know them, they're quite lame 

I had to rearrange their faces 

And give them all another name 

Right now I can't read too good 

Don't send me no more letters no 

Not unless you mail them 

From Desolation Row