|_ _ _ |_(xx2235) _ |_ _ _ |_ 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 down on Rue Morgue Avenue            They got some hungry women there and they really make a mess outa you!             Sweet Melinda  the peasants call her the goddess of Doom           She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room               And  you're so kind, too careful not to go to her too soon            Then she steals your voice and leaves you howling at the moon!           |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ Up on Housing Project Hill it's either fortune or fame            You must pick one or the other though neither of them is what they claim         And  If you're lookin' to get silly you'd better go back to from where you came       Because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same!           I started out on burgundy they ended hit the harder stuff            Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough               But the joke was on me - there was nobody there to even call my bluff             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