Just like Tom Thumb's Blues - Live at Civic Arena, Pittsburgh, PA, April 3, 1989

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
 Surely make a mess out of you
 Well, if you see St. Annie
 Please tell her, thanks a lot
 are all in a knot
 I don't even have the strength
 To get up and crawl across the floor for another shot
 And my best friend, my drummer
 Won't even tell me, what it was that I dropped?
 Yeah, sweet Melinda
 The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
 She has, speaks good English
 As she invites you up into her room
 And you, you were so kinda conscientious
 Not to go to her too soon
 But she steals 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
 But neither are to be what they claim
 If you're looking to get silly
 You better get back to from where you came
 Because the cops don't need you ever
 And they expect the same
 Now I started out on Heinakin
 But I soon hit the harder stuff
 Everybody swore they stand beside me
 When the game got rough
 But the joke was on me
 There wasn't even anybody there to bluff
 I'm goin' back to New York City
 I do believe I've had enough