More songs by My Chemical Romance
Description
Drums: Bob Bryar
Rhythm Guitar: Frank Iero
Lead Vocals: Gerard Way
Bass Guitar: Mikey Way
Lead Guitar: Ray Toro
Writer: Bob Dylan
Lyrics and translation
Original
There's no posters of the hanging where the painting the pastor frowned.
And the beauty parlor's filled with sailors, the circus is in town.
And now here comes the blind commissioner with a cannon in his fist.
One hand is tied to the third rope, a gun 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. Well, it takes one to know when she smiles.
As she pulls his and her backpack up the burnin' Davis Nile. Now but here comes
Romeo moanin', "You belong to me, I believe.
" And someone says, "You're in the wrong place my friend, you better leave.
" And the others down the block all say, "The ambulances go. "
As Cinderella's wakin' up on Desolation Row.
Now meet all the agents and superhuman crew.
Goin' around to round up everyone that knows more than they do.
So gonna bring 'em to the factory with a heart attack machine.
And strap across their shoulders is the color scheme. It's brought down from the castles by insurance men who go.
Check to see that no one has escaped into Desolation Row.
If my metal work can reach you, can talk through me to let us know.
Not unless you gotta mail them from
Desolation Row.
English translation
There's no posters of the hanging where the painting the pastor frowned.
And the beauty parlor's filled with sailors, the circus is in town.
And now here comes the blind commissioner with a cannon in his fist.
One hand is tied to the third rope, a gun 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. Well, it takes one to know when she smiles.
As she pulls his and her backpack up the burnin' Davis Nile. Now but here comes
Romeo moanin', "You belong to me, I believe.
" And someone says, "You're in the wrong place my friend, you better leave.
" And the others down the block all say, "The ambulances go. "
As Cinderella's wakin' up on Desolation Row.
Now meet all the agents and superhuman crew.
Goin' around to round up everyone that knows more than they do.
So gonna bring 'em to the factory with a heart attack machine.
And strap across their shoulders is the color scheme. It's brought down from the castles by insurance men who go.
Check to see that no one has escaped into Desolation Row.
If my metal work can reach you, can talk through me to let us know.
Not unless you gotta mail them from
Desolation Row.