Desolation Row ♥

They're selling postcards of the hanging
And they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
And now well 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 squads are 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 one" she smiles
And she puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Taylor style And now here comes
Romeo 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 at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Go out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
So come on 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 Right now
I can't read too good
Don't send me no letters no
Not unless you gotta mail them
From Desolation Row #

Teenagers ♥

They're gonna clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun

And keep an eye on you, son

So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work

They're gonna give you a smirk'

Cause they got methods of keeping you clean

They're gonna rip up your heads,

Your aspirations to shreds

Another cog in the murder machine

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

The boys and girls in the clique

The awful names that they stick

You're never gonna fit in much, kid

But if you're troubled and hurt

What you got under your shirt

Will make them pay for the things that they did
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♥

Frank Anthony Tomas Iero Pricolo ♥

Cementery Driver ♥

This night, walk the dead in the solitary style

and crash the cemetery gates.
In the dress your husband hatesway down, mark the gravew
where the search lights find us,
drinking by the mausoleum door
and they found you on the bathroom floor.
I miss you, I miss you so far
and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard.
Back home, off the runsinging songs that make you slit your wrist.
It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun,
so I won't stop dying, won't stop lyingif you want i'll keep on crying,
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?
I miss you, I miss you so far
and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard.
Way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down.
I miss you, I miss you so far
and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard.
I miss you, I miss you so far
and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard,
made it so hard.
Way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down. Way down.

♥