They're Selling Postcards of the Hanging...
More than 20 years ago. But still 30 years after Bob Dylan started with the song. Want a good version? Here's a good one. Give it a listen. Then go open up another tab and do something else.
Here's a particularly good part:
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
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 Desolation Row