When you're lost in the rain
in Juarez when it's Easter time, too
And your gravity fails and negat
ivity 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
my doctor, won't even say what it is I've got
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,
though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly,
you better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you, and man,
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
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
