[Verse 1]
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 waking down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some ugly women there
And they really make a mess outta you

[Verse 2]
Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
And I don't have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, the doctor
Won't even tell mе what it is I've got

[Verse 3]
Sweet Melinda
The pеasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind and so gentle
Not to go to her too soon
And she steals your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon
[Verse 4]
Up on Housing Project Hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must choose one or the other
Although neither of them are to be what they claim
And if you're lookin' to get lucky
You better go back to from where you came
'Cause the cops don't need you
And, man, they expect the same

[Verse 5]
I started out on burgundy
But soon I hit the harder stuff
Rod's friends all said they'd stand behind me
If the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough

[Outro]
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
[Interlude]
This song's for you, Bob
Thanks for havin' Bobfest