When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there, they really make a mess outta you
Now if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move, my fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor, won't even tell me what I've got
Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English and she takes you up into her room
And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon
I started out on burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me, there was nobody to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City, I think I had enough
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