Dancing at the El Moro

Dancing at the El Moro

Its 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 there. 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.

The voice said, "they like me had no souls. Just waiting for hell.

There were other places I wanted to go.

Its all boarded up now, sin and all.

I once danced at the El Moro.