At the risk of turning this in to a Bob Dylan thread…
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
from Desolation Row.
At the risk of turning this in to a Bob Dylan thread…
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
from Desolation Row.