Just Like Tom Thumb`s Blues

When you're lost in the rain in JuarezAnd it's Easter time tooAnd your gravity failsAnd negativity don't pull you throughDon't put on any airsWhen you're down on Rue Morgue AvenueThey got some hungry women thereThey really make a mess outta youNow if you see Saint AnniePlease tell her thanks a lotI cannot moveMy fingers are all in a knotI don't have the strengthTo get up and take another shotAnd my best friend, my doctorWon't even tell me what I've gotSweet MelindaThe peasants call her the goddess of gloomShe speaks good EnglishAnd she takes you to her roomAnd you're so kindYou're careful not to go to her too soonAnd she takes your voiceAnd leaves you howling at the moonI started out on burgundyBut soon hit the harder stuffEverybody said they'd stand behind meWhen the game got roughBut the joke was on meThere was nobody to call my bluffI'm going back to New York CityI think I've had enough