Left looking just like a ghost.

When you're lost in the rain in JuarezAnd it's Eastertime tooAnd your gravity failsAnd negativity don't pull you throughDon't put on any airsWhen you're down on Rue Morgue AvenueThey got some hungry women thereAnd they really make a mess outa youNow if you see Saint AnniePlease tell her thanks a lotI cannot moveMy fingers are all in a knotI don't have the strengthTo get up and take another