Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When you're lost in Juárez, 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've got some hungry women there

And man, they really make a mess out of you

If you see Saint Annie, tell her thanks a lot

I cannot move, 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 have 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 the 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 looking 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

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 nobody there even to bluff

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