They're Selling tickets to the gold room
but you and i dont get to go
The lv lots filled with toyos
The circus is in town
Here comesThe blind punter
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tiedTo the tight-rope banker
The other is in his pants
And the hot copper squadThey're restless
They need somewhere to go
As LadyAnd I look out tonight
From forrestonia Row
apologies to the writer of "desolation row"
They're Selling tickets to the gold roombut you and i dont get...
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