When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Easter time too When your gravity fails you and negativity don't pull you through Don't you put on any airs when you're lost on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry creatures there, they'll surely make a mess out of you
Now if you see St Annie, won't you please tell her thanks a lot My stalks they are twisted and my tentacles are all in a knot I can't even roll out of the bed and crawl across the floor to take another shot And my best friend, my drummer, won't even tell me what it was that I dropped
Now sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom She speaks such good English when she invites you up into her room And of course you, you're so kind and conscientious and careful not to go to her too soon Still she steals your voice and she leaves you howling at the moon
Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame You must choose one or the other though neither are to be what they claim If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you and man, they expect the same
Now all the authorities, they just lay around and boast How they blackmailed the sergeant at arms into leaving his post And picking up Angel, who just arrived out here from the coast Who looked so fine at first, but left just looking like a ghost
Now I started out on burgundy, but then I soon hit the harder stuff Everybody swore that they would stand beside me when the game got rough But the joke was on everybody, there wasn't even anybody there to bluff I'm goin' back to Foggy Bottom, I do believe I've had enough