They're selling tickets to the hangin'
Jack Hechey wears a brown
The beauty parlor's filled with sailors
Here comes the one -eyed captain,
the drinking's in a trance
One hand is touching heaven,
the other stuffed down his pants
And the riot squad, they're restless,
they need somewhere to go
As somehow whistles his broken tune
The goodest girl she seems so easy
She says her fleece is white as snow
And puts her hands in her apron pockets
A silver ring in her nose
And in comes a lonesome cowboy
He's singin' Kaleidschik,
Someone says you're in the wrong place,
And the only sound that's left
ing truth from desolation's
Now Madonna's face is almost hidden
She turns and walks aside
The fortune -telling lady
All except for Downey and
Thomas and Judas Iscariot
As they have hunched the white whale
went to the carnival tonight
The devil's neath the window,
but he feels right afraid
Since he fell from heaven,
he's been sunken on a blade
To him death is quite romantic,
His profession's his religion,
his sin is his forgetfulness
And JFK's wearing lipstick
Borrowed from Marilyn Monroe
Y 'all see them dance with Dr.
Dostoyevsky smiles to Go -Go
Who's scratching at his dread
Bushman passed an hour ago
He caught his moustache immaculate
Before calling up the Mona Lisa
Into a spaghetti alphabet
The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
You're seeing panhandling
Dr. Phil, he keeps his word
But all his sexless patients
Now his nurse, some local hooker
She's in charge of the Sinai Hall
They all play on the penny whistle
If you lean your head out far enough
They've nailed shut all the curtains
Howlin' Wolf is standin' there,
the perfect image of a priest
They're spoon -feedin' Jack Johnson
to get him to feel more self -assured
Then they'll kill him with
after poisonin' him with words
And the phantom shouts to the skinny girls,
get out of here if you don't know
Cassius is just being punished
by going to desolation road
At midnight, all the angels
that from the heavens flew
everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
With a hollow jack machine
It's strapped across their shoulders
Is brought down from the castle
Check to see that no one's escaping
You say you got the wise blood
in the rosy -fingered door
are fighting in the captain's tower
While the lotus eaters laugh in beds
and the fishermen hold out flowers
Between the windows of the sea
where the lovely mermaids float
And nobody has to think too much
about desolation and rogue
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
About the time we're done, I'm broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're all 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 off
