Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Easter time too
When your gravity fails and negativity won'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

Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of doom
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
Then she steals your voice and she leaves you howling at the moon

Up on housing project hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other
Though neither of them is what they claim
And if you're looking 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

I started out on burgundy then I 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 going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough
I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough