He gambled all his life, he's got 27 children, yet he's never had a wife.

For them that must obey authority/That they do not respect in any degree/Who despise their jobs, their destinies/Speak jealously of them that are free

They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown 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 the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row.

Having these colossal accolades and titles, they get in the way.

I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose.

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.

I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.