Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues Lyrics - Dylanesque - Bryan Ferry

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez 

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 got some hungry women there 

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 tell me what I've got 

Sweet Melinda 

The peasants call her the goddess of gloom 

She speaks good English 

And she takes you to her room 

And you're so kind 

You're careful not to go to her too soon 

And she takes your voice 

And leaves you howling at the moon 

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 to call my bluff 

I'm going back to New York City 

I think I've had enough