Matador

In his prime he took his time
 His suit of lights worn proudly
 But that was then and this now
 His body moves so sadly
 The thought of running never crossed his mind
 He feels 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 hero's 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 running never crossed his mind
 He feels 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 running 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
 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