When you're lost in the rain in Juarez   And it's Easter time 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   And 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 say what it is I've 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 up one or the other   Though 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      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 going back to New York City   I do believe I've had enough