They're selling postcards of the hanging,
they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors,
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
Cinderella, she seems so easy,
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning.
"You belong to Me I believe"
"You're in the wrong place, my friend,
And the only sound that's left
Is Cinderella sweeping up on
Now the moon is almost hidden,
the stars are beginning to hide
has even taken all her things inside
All ex cept for Cain and Abel
and the hunchback of Notre Dame
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing,
he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
for her I feel so a fraid
On her twenty-second birthday
she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
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
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful
And he went off sniffing drainpipes
and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him,
but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin on
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
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,
They all play on the penny whistles,
If you lean your head out far enough from
Across the street they've nailed the curtains,
they're getting ready for the feast
in a perfect image of a priest
They are 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
At midnight all the agents
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
Is brought down from the castles
Check to see that nobody is escaping to
Praise be to Nero's Neptune,
the Ti tanic sails at dawn
"Which side are you on?!"
And Ez ra Pound and T.S. Eliot
fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
and fishermen hold flowers
Be tween the windows of the sea
where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about
Yes, I received your letter yesterday,
about the time the doorknob 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 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
