Tom Thum Blues Rukind
Dylan
Deadstein
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 a lot
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're 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.