I started out on burgundy But soon hit the harder stuff My friends all said that they'd stand beside me After the gun run rough But the joke was on me There was nobody even there to call my bluff I'm going back to New York City I do believe I've had enough Sweet Melinda The peasants call her the goddess of gloom She speaks good English And she invites you up into her room And you're so kind And careful not to go to her too soon And she steals your voice And leaves you howling at the moon 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 Up on Housing Project Hill It's either fortune or fame You must pick up one or the other Though neither of them are to be what they claim If you're lookin' to get silly You better go back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you here And what they expect the same I started out on burgundy But soon hit the harder stuff My friends all said that they'd stand beside me After the gun run rough But the joke was on me There was nobody 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编辑于2023/05/12更新