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 they'll really make a mess out of you

Well, if you see Saint Annie, please tell her, thanks a lot

I cannot move and my fingers they are all in a knot

I haven't got the strength to get up and take another shot

And my best friend the doctor won't even say what 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 she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon

Well, up on housing project hill it's either fortune or fame

Though neither of them are to be what they claim

And if you're lookin' to get silly

You better go back to from where you came

Because the cops don't need you and, man, they expect the same

Now, all the authorities, they just stand around and boast

How they blackmailed the Sargent at Arms into leaving his post

And picking up Angel

Who just arrived here from the coast

Who looked so fine at first and left looking just like a ghost

Well, I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff

Everybody said they'd stand beside me when the game got rough

Well, you know the joke was on me

There was nobody even there to bluff

I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough