When you're lost in the rain in Jua rez when it's Eas ter time too And your gra vi ty fails and ne ga ti vi ty don't pull you through Don't put on a ny air when you're down on rue Morgue a ve nue They got some hun gry wo men there they real ly make a mess out a you Now if you see Sainte An nie please tell her thanks a lot I can not move my fin gers are all in a knot I don't have the strenght to get up and take an o ther shot And my best friend my doc tor won't e ven say what it is i've got Sweet Me lin da the pas sants call her the go dess of gloom She speaks good en glish and she in vites you up in to her room And you're so kind and care ful not to go to her too soon And she takes your voice and leaves you ha ow ling at the Moon Up on hou sing pro ject hill it's ei ther for tune or fame You must pick one or the o ther though nei ther of them are to be what they claim If you're loo king to get sil ly you bet ter go back to from where you came Be cause the cops don't need you and man they ex pect the same Now all the au tho ri ties they just stand a round an boast How they black mailed the ser gent at arms in to lea ving his post And pick ing up An gel who just ar rived here from the coast who look so fine at first but left loo king just like a ghost I star ted out on bur gun dy but soon hit a har der stuff Ev' ry bo dy said they stand be hind me when the game got rough But the joke was on me there was no bo dy e ven there to bluff I'm go ing back to New York ci ty I do be lieve I've had e nough