Testo Just like tom tumb's blues Bryan Ferry

Just like tom tumb's blues

When you're lost in the rain in JuarezAnd it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you throughDon't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue AvenueThey got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outa you Now if you see Saint AnniePlease 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 doctorWon't even say what it is I've got Sweet MelindaThe peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good EnglishAnd she invites 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 Up on Housing Project HillIt's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you
And man they expect the same Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost 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 even there to call my bluffI'm going back to New York CityI do believe I've had enough