Matador

In his prime he took his time

His suit of lights worn proudly

But that was then, and this is now

His body moves so sadly

The thought of runnin' never crossed his mind

He fears the death of any other kind

Now the devil takes his horns out

And the shadows in the crowd shout

"He was born to bleed"

The heroes pride stretches far and wide

As if the earth was empty

His holy ghost carries coast to coast

As if his body's buried

The thought of runnin' never crossed his mind

He fears the death of any other kind

Now the devil takes his horns out

And the shadows in the crowd shout;

Stare into his eyes,

can the matador survive?

"He was born to bleed"

The thought of runnin' never crossed his mind

He fears the death of any other kind

Only a coward quits while he's ahead

Only a matador would take a stand

Oooooohhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh ohh

Now the devil takes his horns out

And the shadows in the crowd shout

Stare into his eyes,

can the matador survive?

He was born to bleed.