When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity won't
Pull you through
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
Out of you
Well, if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move and my fingers
They are all 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 say what it is I got
Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her
The goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites 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 she leaves you howling at the moon
Well, up on housing project hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other
Though neither of them
Are to be what they claim
And if you're looking 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
Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel
Who just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
And she left looking
Just like a ghost
Well, I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand beside me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough