When you're
lost in the rain and war is,
and it's Easter time too
And your gravity fails
and negativity don't put you through
Don't put on any airs
when you're down on Rue Fork Avenue
They got a lot of hungry women there
and they really make a mess
out of you
Sweet Melinda,
the phantoms call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English,
she invites you up into her room
Yeah, but you're so kind and careful
not to go to her too soon
Cause she'll take away your voice
and leave you howlin' at the moon
Well, I'm burgundy,
but soon hit the harder stuff
Well, they said they'd sit behind me, Alvin,
when all that goin' got tough
But then I looked around,
and there was nobody else left to blood
I'm going back to New York City,
I do believe I had enough
So y can play one now
It's more than housing, projecting
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other,
no, neither of them are what they claim
But if you're looking to get saved,
you better go back from
where you came
Cause the cops don't need you,
and man, they expect the same
When you're lost in the rain and worries
And it's easy to turn to
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't
pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on
Roomburg Avenue
They got a lot of hungry
women there,
and they really make a mess out of you.