The Matador

They call him the matador

He settles all the scores

He kills in plain sight

With a blade and a smile

Well he don't know what to think

He ain't had enough to drink

Will he take him by surprise

To see the whites of his eyes

Well he'll settle things in the sun

Plays god like the chosen one

Well he's storied from town to town

Kills for sport and pride

The matador raised his blade to the sun

To show the blade, the damage is done

Children cry in their mother's arms

As the people replied with a deafining swarm

The crowd rose as the blood's running warm

They call him the matador

He settles all the scores

He kills in plain sight

With a blade and a smile