Going to Rosa's Cantina
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Hoping that she's still there
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Might have been the dust in my eyes
Might have been the dust in my eyes
Could have been the neon cactus
Lighting up the desert sky
Must have been the dust in my eyes
Some would call it suicide
Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide
Dancing on the table
Dancing on the table
Dancing on the table
when she's drunker than she's able
Dancing on the table
Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it hell on earth
Is she right is she wrong
Will she sing another song
Wicked as it seems right now
Rosa wants her baby back
Rosa wants her baby back
Since he's gone she's losing track
Rosa wants her baby back
Easy with that cadillac
Easy with that cadillac
Easy with that cadillac
Some of this and some of that
Pass me that cadillac
