When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
when it's Easter time, too
And your gravity fails and negativ
ity 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
And my be st friend, my doctor,
won't even say what it is I've got
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
Up on Housing Project Hill,
it's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other,
are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly,
you better go back to from
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
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
there was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City,
I do believe I've had enough