GWhen you're lost iCn the rain in JuGarez, and it's Easter time too
And youG're gravity fails aCnd negativGity don't pull you thru
Dont pCut on any airs when you'reG down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They gotD some hungryC women thereG, they really make a mess outa you


Now if you see St. 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 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 leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other tho' neither of them
are to be what they claim
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, but left looking just like a ghost

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 even there to bluff
I'm goin' back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough