Grateful Dead - Tom Thumb Blues Lyrics
When your lost in the rain in juarez and its easter time tooWhen your gravity is down and negativity wont pull you throughDont you put on any airs when you down on rue morgue avenue.They got some hungry creatures there theyll surely make a mess out of youIf you see st. annie, please tell her thanks alotMy thoughts they are twisted, my tentacles are all in a knotI dont even have the strength to get up and take another shot.Now my best friend, my drummer, wont even tell what it was that I droppedNow 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 couldnt go to her too soonStill she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon.Up on housing project hill, its either fortune or fameYou must choose one or the other though neither are to be what they claimIf youre looking to get silly, you better get back from where you cameYou know the cops dont need you and we all expect the same.Now all the authorities, they just lay around and boastAbout 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 stuffEverybody swore they stand behind me when the game got roughBut the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to call my bluffIm goin back to san enselmo, I do believe I had enough.