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 man, they'll really make a mess out of you      Now if you see Saint Annie   Please tell her "Thanks a lot"   I cannot move   And my fingers are all in a knot      And I haven't got the strength   To get up and take another shot   And my best friend, the 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 then she takes your voice   And leaves you howling at the moon      Up on Project Hill   It's either fortune or fame   You can take one or the other   Though neither of them are to be what they claim      And if you're lookin' to get silly   You'd better go back to from where you came   Because the cops don't need you   And man, they expect the same      All the authorities   They just stand around and boast   How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms   Into leaving his post      And picking up my brother Carl   Who just arrived here from the coast   Who looked so fine at first   But left looking just like a ghost      Well that's it folks that's it, that's it   Well, I started out on burgundy   But soon hit the harder stuff   Everybody said they'd stand behind me   When the game got rough      Ah, but the joke was on me   There was no one there even to bluff   I'm going back to New York City   I do believe I've had enough