Rite of Passion

El Paso, eat my dust, I’m driving on today.
Good riddance to that town and you.
Wind blowing through my hair, a smile upon my face.
I know just what I’m gonna do.

Make a clean break and leave this nonsense in the past.
Moving along, traveling so free and fast.

I always saw love as my surefire win.
How could I know you thought the same?
As I cruise up that road, north on old I-10
I swear that I’ll forget your name.

Just when I need a place to lay my troubles 	down
I spot a sign: “Next 2 exits - Shadytown.”

What gave you the right, the given rite of passion?
What gave you the right to hold this over me?

I walk into the bar, a blonde smiles from her stool,
Black-eyed chiquita bumps my arm.
I buy them each a drink, feeling calm and cool.
A pagan priest, I slay them with my charms.

Poised once again, I plan my sacred rite of Passion
Which one will be the chosen sacrificial lamb?

This will be the night to assert my right of  passion.
This will be the place I reclaim it my destiny.

I smile into one’s eyes, but they’ve turned into yours.
It has to be a trick of light.
But when the other speaks, it comes out in your voice.
Everything’s upside down tonight.

Unsure again, I back off from my rite of passion
How is it now that I’ve become the sacrificial 	lamb?

What gives you the right, the given rite of 	passion?
What gives you the right to hold this over me?
What gives you the right, the given rite of 	passion?
What gives you the right to hold this over me?