Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez, when 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 really make a mess outta you
 Now, if you see Saint Annie, please, tell her, "Thanks a lot"
 I cannot move, my fingers are all in a knot
 I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
 And my best friend, my 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 she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon
 Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame
 You must pick up one or the other
 Though neither of them are to be what they claim
 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 sergeant at arms into leaving his post
 And picking up Angel who just arrived here from the coast
 Who looked so fine at first but left looking just like a ghost
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 I started out on burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff
 Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
 But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff
 I'm goin' back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough