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 SWAT they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As the wonder that is my world and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row
And puts her hands in her back pockets Kardashian style
And in comes Kanye, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is the Corporations sweeping up on Desolation Row
The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame