Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez And it's Easter time too And your gravity fails And negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there And man, they'll really make a mess out of you Now if you see Saint Annie Please tell her "Thanks a lot" I cannot move And my fingers are all in a knot And I haven't got the strength To get up and take another shot And my best friend, the doctor Won't even say what it is I've got Sweet Melinda The peasants call her the goddess of gloom She speaks good English And she invites you up into her room And you're so kind and careful Not to go to her too soon And then she takes your voice And leaves you howling at the moon Up on Project Hill It's either fortune or fame You can take one or the other Though neither of them are to be what they claim And if you're lookin' to get silly You'd better go back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you And man, they expect the same All the authorities They just stand around and boast How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms Into leaving his post And picking up my brother Carl Who just arrived here from the coast Who looked so fine at first But left looking just like a ghost Well that's it folks that's it, that's it Well, I started out on burgundy But soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they'd stand behind me When the game got rough Ah, but the joke was on me There was no one there even to bluff I'm going back to New York City I do believe I've had enough