Dancing at the El Moro

It is all boarded up now, sin and all.

Filled with passion, lust and abandon,

I once danced at the El Moro.

Any sanity or reason far off

No one knew me here, just a white gringo pig

Or so they called me when

I once danced at the El Moro.

Bejeweled women all flimsy and nice,

Hustles left and right, seen through

Some azure created by shots of straight Jack.

I once danced at the El Moro.

  I wanted to risk all in a messy place.

Bold and crazy, I forgot I was old.

I once danced at the El Moro.

There are fences and spaces in life though.

Those with scowls on their faces looked at me.

Disdain and looks of hate, I did not belong there.

I once danced at the El Moro.

I did not care. Then I heard a sermon from somewhere.

They like me had no souls, just waiting for hell.

There were still places I wanted to go.

All boarded up now, sin and all.

I once danced at the El Moro.