MOG

And you're so kind
Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the Goddess of gloom
You better go back to from where you came
And leaves you howling at the moon
It's either fortune or fame
She speaks good English
Please tell her thanks a lot
My fingers are all in a knot
They got some hungry women there
Because the cops don't need you
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
Now all the authorities
And your gravity fails

When the game got rough
Won't even say what it is I've got

To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
I'm going back to New York City
And she takes your voice

And careful not to go to her too soon
And picking up angel who
And she invites you up into her room
But left looking just like a ghost
Up on housing project hill

There was nobody even there to bluff
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
Just arrived here from the coast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
I started out on Burgundy
And man they expect the same
Now if you see Saint Annie
I don't have the strength
I cannot move
But the joke was on me
And they really make a mess outta you
Who looked so fine at first
They just stand around and boast

Don't put on any airs
But soon hit the harder stuff
And negativity don't pull you through
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
Into leaving his post
You must pick up one or the other
If you're lookin' to get silly