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When you're lost in the rain in Juarez when it's time, too
And your gravity fails and don't pull you through
put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there and really make a mess outta you

Now, if you see Saint Annie, tell her thanks a lot
I move, my fingers are all in a knot
I have the strength to get up and take another shot
And my friend, my doctor, won't even say what it is I've got

Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the of gloom
She good English and she invites you up into her room
And you're so and careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the

Up on Housing Hill, it's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other, neither of them are to be what they claim
If lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came
Because the cops need you, and man, they expect the same

Now, all the authorities, just stand around and boast
How blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into leaving his post
And picking up Angel, who just arrived here the coast
Who looked so fine at first but left looking just like a

I started out on burgundy but hit the harder stuff
Everybody said stand behind me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to
I'm back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough