When you're lost in the rain and worries, and it's Easter time too And your gravity fails, negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rootmarg Avenue They've got some hungry women there and they really make a mess, honey, you If you see Say Daddy, please tell her thanks a lot I can't move too good, my fingers are all in knots I don't have the strength to pick it up and take another shot And my best friend the doctor won't even tell me what it is I've got Sweet Belinda, cousin Scarlett, the goddess of good gloom She speaks good English, invites you up into her room And you're so kind and careful not to go dirty soon As she takes your voice, it leaves you holding at the moon For poor girls and lads again, it's either fortune or fame You must pick one or the other, neither of them are what they claim If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you and they expect the same All the authorities, they just stand around and wait They blackmail the sergeant-at-arms, getting up and leaving his post And picking up Angel, who just arrived from the coast Who looked so fine at first, but now looking just like a ghost I started out on Burgundy, but soon hit the hottest stuff Everybody said they read behind me when the game got rough But the joke was on me, there was no one even there to 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 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