[Verse 1]
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Easter time too
And your gravity's down, and negativity don't get you through
Just don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess outta you
[Verse 2]
Now if you see Saint Annie, please tell her, "Thanks a lot"
I cannot move so well today, my fingers are all tied in a knot
I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend, the doctor, won't even tell me what it is I've got
[Verse 3]
Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the Goddess of Gloom
She speaks good English and invites you up into her room
And you're so kind, and careful not to go to her too soon
As she steals your voice and leaves you howling at the moon
[Verse 4]
Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other, 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
[Verse 5]
Now all the authorities, they just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the Sergeant-at-Arms into leaving his post
I'm picking up Angel who just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first, but left lookin' just like a ghost
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 6]
Started out on Burgundy, but, soon, I hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got a little too rough
But the joke was on me, there was no one even there to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough
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