Rosa's Cantina

Going to Rosa's Cantina

Going to Rosa's Cantina

Hoping that she's still there

Going to Rosa's CantinaMight have been

the dust in my eyes

the dust in my eyesCould have been the neon cactus

Lighting up the desert sky

Must have been

the dust in my eyesSome would call it suicide

Some would call it suicide

I would call it paradise

Some would call it suicideDancing on the table

Dancing on the table

Dancing on the table

when she's

drunker than she's able

Dancing on the tableSome would call it suicide

I would call it paradise

Some would call it suicide

Hell on earthIs she right is she wrong

Will she sing another song

Wicked as it seems

right nowRosa wants her baby back

Rosa wants her baby back

Since he's gone she's losing track

Rosa wants her baby back

Careful with that cadillac

Careful with that cadillac

Careful with that cadillac