[00:19.01]When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
[00:23.35]And it's Eastertime too
[00:25.79]
[00:28.71]And your gravity fails
[00:30.88]And negativity don't pull you through
[00:36.00]
[00:38.42]Don't put on any airs
[00:40.72]When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
[00:47.13]They got some ugly women there
[00:50.05]And they really make a mess outa you
[00:53.87]
[00:57.17]Now if you see Saint Annie
[01:00.61]Please tell her thanks a lot
[01:02.88]
[01:06.23]I cannot move
[01:08.95]My fingers are all in a knot
[01:12.92]
[01:15.45]I don't have the strength
[01:17.61]To get up and take another shot
[01:23.01]
[01:24.66]And my best friend, my doctor
[01:26.98]Won't even say what it is I've got
[01:32.07]
[02:10.83]Sweet Melinda
[02:12.42]The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
[02:16.41]
[02:19.49]She speaks good English
[02:21.25]And she invites you up into her room
[02:28.11]And you're so kind
[02:30.82]
[02:31.34]And careful not to go to her too soon
[02:35.46]
[02:36.89]And she steals your voice
[02:39.52]And leaves you howling at the moon
[02:44.25]
[03:21.70]Up on Housing Project Hill
[03:24.86]It's either fortune or fame
[03:29.53]You must pick up one or the other
[03:32.98]Though neither of them are to be what they claim
[03:38.26]
[03:39.57]If you're lookin' to get lucky
[03:43.00]You better go back to from where you came
[03:46.48]
[03:48.66]Because the cops don't need you here
[03:51.55]And man they expect the same
[03:54.19]
[04:33.17]I started out on burgundy
[04:36.20]But soon hit the harder stuff
[04:42.19]Everybody said they'd stand behind me
[04:45.63]When the game got rough
[04:51.23]But it was all a big joke
[04:53.82]There was nobody even there to bluff
[04:57.86]
[04:59.58]I'm going back to New York City
[05:02.29]I do believe I've had enough
[05:05.90]
[05:08.40]I'm going back to New York City
[05:11.04]I do believe I've had enough
[05:15.38]
[05:17.22]I'm going back to New York City
[05:19.95]I do believe I've had enough
[05:25.90]

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some ugly 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
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
Sweet Melinda
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 steals your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon
Up on Housing Project Hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get lucky
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you here
And man they expect the same
I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But it was all a big joke
There was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough