Tom Thumb Blues Lyrics - Grateful Dead

When your lost in the rain in juarez and it's easter time too 

When your gravity is down and negativity won't pull you through 

Don't you put on any airs when you down on rue morgue avenue. 

They got some hungry creatures there they'll surely make a mess out of you 

If you see st. annie, please tell her thanks alot 

My thoughts they are twisted, my tentacles are all in a knot 

I don't even have the strength to get up and take another shot. 

Now my best friend, my drummer, won't even tell what it was that I dropped 

Now sweet melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom. 

She speaks good english as she invites you up into her room. 

And you, you were so damn conscientious, you couldn't go to her too soon 

Still she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon. 

Up on housing project hill, it's either fortune or fame 

You must choose one or the other though neither are to be what they claim 

If you're looking to get silly, you better get back from where you came 

You know the cops don't need you and we all expect the same. 

Now all the authorities, they just lay around and boast 

About how they blackmailed the president into leaving his post. 

And picking up angel, 

Who arrived up here from the coast, 

Who looked so fine at first, but left looking like a ghost. 

Now I started out heinakin, still hit the harder stuff 

Everybody swore they stand behind me when the game got rough 

But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to call my bluff 

I'm goin' back to san enselmo, I do believe I had enough.