Cinco De Mayo

Cinco de mayo, blowout, denial It wasn't fun this time, letting you go What if I never, a bullet forever Held out my hand to you? We wouldn't have known beautiful flow Absolute measure, I ain't no pleasure hound Bus out of control, ploughing the road Out on a bender Just Alice falling down a deepening hole I'd never been to Rome until you smiled You're about as old and piled Used to pray for snow Now I just wonder what spell I was under Thinking you thought of me as something to hold I'd never been to Rome until you smiled You're about as old and piled Cinco de mayo, burn-out Ohio It wasn't me this time letting you go