When you’re [G]lost
in the rain in Juarez [C]and it’s
Eastertime [G]too,
And your [G]gravity
fails and nega-[C]tivity don’t pull you [G]through.
Don’t [C]put
on any airs when you’re down on Rue Morgue Ave-[G]nue.
They’ve got some [D]hungry
women there, they’ll [C]really make a
mess out of [G]you.
Now if [G]you
see Saint Annie, [C]please tell her,
“Thanks a [G]lot.”
I [G]can
not move and my [C]fingers are all in a [G]knot.
I [C]don’t
have the strength to get up and take another [G]shot.
And my [D]best
friend, my doctor, won’t [C]even say what
it is (that) I’ve [G]got.
[G]Sweet
Melinda, the [C]peasants call her the
Goddess of [G]Doom.
She [G]speaks
good English and (she) in-[C]vites you up
into her [G]room.
And [C]you’re
so kind and careful not to go to her too [G]soon.
And she [D]takes
your voice and [C]leaves you howling at
the [G]moon.
Up on [G]Housing
Project Hill it’s [C]either fortune or [G]fame.
You must [G]pick
one or the other, though [C]neither of
them are to be what they [G]claim.
If you’re [C]looking
to get silly, you’d better go back to from where you [G]came.
Because the [D]cops
don’t need you, and [C]man, they expect
the [G]same.
Now [G]all
the authorities, [C]they just stand
around and [G]boast,
How they [G]blackmailed
the sergeant-at-[C]arms into leaving his
[G]post.
And [C]picking
up Angel, who just arrived here from the [G]coast.
Who looked [D]so
fine at first, but [C]left looking just
like a [G]ghost.
I [G]started
out on Burgundy, but [C]soon hit the
harder [G]stuff.
Every-[G]body
said they’d stand be-[C]hind me when the
game got [G]rough.
But the [C]joke
was on me – there was nobody even there to call my [G]bluff.
I’m going [D]back
to New York City. I [C]do believe I’ve
had e-[G]nough.