Bryan Ferry - Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues lyrics

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez And it's Eastertime 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 And they really make a mess outa 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 up into her room And you're so kind And 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 have enough.