The Matador
They call him the matadorHe settles all the scoresHe kills in plain sightWith a blade and a smileWell he dont know what to thinkHe aint had enough to drinkWill he take him by surpriseTo see the whites of his eyes
Well he'll settle things in the sunPlays god like the chosen oneWell he's storied from town to townKills for sport and pride
The matador raised his blade to the sunTo show the blade, the damage is doneChildren cry in their mother's armsAs the people replied with a deafining swarmThe crowd rose as the blood's running warm
They call him the matadorHe settles all the scoresHe kills in plain sightWith a blade and a smile