But left looking just like a ghost
They just stand around and boast
And you're so kind
I started out on Burgundy
Now all the authorities
Won't even say what it is I've got
She speaks good English
You must pick up one or the other
There was nobody even there to bluff
Up on housing project hill
They got some hungry women there
And man they expect the same
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
My fingers are all in a knot
And careful not to go to her too soon
I don't have the strength
I cannot move
Into leaving his post
Don't put on any airs
Just arrived here from the coast
But soon hit the harder stuff
I'm going back to New York City
Sweet Melinda
And picking up angel who
And they really make a mess outta you
And leaves you howling at the moon
But the joke was on me
When the game got rough
The peasants call her the Goddess of gloom
Please tell her thanks a lot
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
You better go back to from where you came
And she takes your voice
If you're lookin' to get silly
It's either fortune or fame
Now if you see Saint Annie
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
And your gravity fails
Because the cops don't need you
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
To get up and take another shot
Who looked so fine at first
And she invites you up into her room
And my best friend, my doctor
And negativity don't pull you through
