Wasn't that a Dylan song?
I looked but couldn't find anything. I think he wrote an album called Fallen Angels though they weren't falling off telephone poles, but knowing Dylan, perhaps they were. I did find this interesting set of Dylan lyrics' though:
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have mercy on his soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row