When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails and
The 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 outa you
Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
Don't have the strength to get up
And take another shot
And my best friend, my Doc
Won't even tell me what I've got
Sweet Melinda the peasants call her
The goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she takes 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
SOLO
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 to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City
Think I've had enough
