When you're lost in the rain in Juarez when it's Easter time, too<br />And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through<br />Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue<br />They got some hungry women there and they really make a mess outta you<br />Now, if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot<br />I cannot move, my fingers are all in a knot<br />I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot<br />And my best friend, my doctor, won't even say what it is I've got<br />Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom<br />She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room<br />And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon<br />And she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon<br />Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame<br />You must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim<br />If you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came<br />Because the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same<br />Now, all the authorities, they just stand around and boast<br />How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into leaving his post<br />And picking up Angel, who just arrived here from the coast<br />Who looked so fine at first but left looking just like a ghost<br />I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff<br />Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough<br />But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff<br />I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough<br /><br />
