When your lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Easter time too
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When your gravity is down and negativity won't pull you through
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Don't you put on any airs when you down on Rue Morgue Avenue.
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They got some hungry creatures there they'll surely make a mess out of you
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If you see St. Annie, please tell her thanks alot
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My thoughts they are twisted, my tentacles are all in a knot
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I don't even have the strength to get up and take another shot.
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Now my best friend, my drummer, won't even tell what it was that I dropped
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Now sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom.
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She speaks good English as she invites you up into her room.
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And you, you were so damn conscientious, you couldn't go to her too soon
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Still she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon.
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Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame
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You must choose one or the other though neither are to be what they claim
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If you're looking to get silly, you better get back from where you came
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You know the cops don't need you and we all expect the same.
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Now all the authorities, they just lay around and boast
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About how they blackmailed the President into leaving his post.
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And picking up Angel,
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Who arrived up here from the coast,
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Who looked so fine at first, but left looking like a ghost.
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Now I started out heinakin, still hit the harder stuff
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Everybody swore they stand behind me when the game got rough
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But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to call my bluff
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I'm goin' back to San Enselmo, I do believe I had enough.
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Tom Thumb Blues
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| Grateful Dead |
