When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
When it's Easter time too
And negativity don't pull you through
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"
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
Up on Housing Project Hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other
Though neither of them are
If you're lookin' to get silly
Because the cops don't need you
And, man, they expect the same
I started out on Burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
There was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had e- nough
