Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues

When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez,

and it’s Easter time too

and negativity don’t pull you through

when you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue

They got some hungry women there,

and they really make a mess outa you.

please tell her thanks a lot

my fingers are all in a knot

to get up and take another shot

And my best friend, my doctor,

won’t even say what it is I’ve got.

the peasants call her the goddess of gloom

and she invites you up into her room

and careful not to go to her too soon

And she takes your voice,

and leaves you howling at the moon.

it’s either fortune or fame

though neither of them are to be what they claim

you better go back to from where you came

Because the cops don’t need you,

and man they expect the same.

they just stand around and boast

into leaving his post

just arrived here from the coast

Who looked so fine at first,

but left looking just like a ghost.

but soon hit the harder stuff

when the game got rough

there was nobody even there to bluff

I’m going back to New York City,

I do believe I’ve had enough.