Who looked so fine at first
Up on housing project hill, it's either fortune or fame
Neither of them are to be what they claim
They got some hungry women there, and they really make a mess
But left like a just like a ghost
Now all the authorities, they just stand around and boast
I cannot move my fingers are all in a knot
Everybody said they'd stand behind me, when the game got rough
And she steals your voice, and leaves you screaming at the moon
Into leaving, leaving, leaving his post
Out of you, now if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot
And you're so kind, and careful not to go to her too soon
And my best friend, my doctor, won't even say what it is I've got
But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to call my bluff
I don't have the strength, to get up and take another shot
She speaks good English, and she invites you up into her room
Who just arrived here from the coast
How they blackmailed the sergeant at arms
Because the cops don't need you, and man they expect the same
And picking up Angel
If you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came
Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the Goddess of gloom
I started out on burgundy, soon hit the harder stuff
Don't put on any airs, when you're down on Rue Morgue avenue
You must pick one or the other
