Arena filled with screaming crowd In ecstasy they cry Paid money for a pleasant show Want to see him die The matador in shining dress Intent to prove his courage Drove by rejoicing mass It boils his pulsing blood
Exhibition bouts under the star of law Men make pleasure in hanging gore Cruelty to animals crime that won't get punished Creatures treated as rubbish
With direct stabs into living flesh To agonise the bull No way out the fronts are clear Take offensive jab it though On and on ride to the fall In danger of his life Wounded find no place to hide Death will soon arrive
Exhibition bouts under the star of law Men make pleasure in hanging gore Cruelty to animals crime that won't get punished Creatures treated as rubbish
Blood soaks and stains the parched ground The slaughter to inaugurate Duel between man and beast Their eyes are filled with hate... hate... hate
He restrained fierce at the eleventh hour Till death blows save his soul No right to exist lamentation is law His flesh served up a grub