The Matador

This is not your choice It wasn't yours to choose We may lose it all We might have lost it all And all the empty page The first words on the page This is the age of thieves The age of misbelief Round up the bulls, enter The Matador Look at the fools that we are fighting for Don't you come near, don't play me anymore Through the fear, oh Sarah, spring is here Oh tell me please What do you believe? We've been overthrown Our number overgrown Blown against them all It's us against the world And girl, how we age This is how we age Round up the bulls, enter The Matador Break all the rules is what we're fighting for Turn down the song, don't play me anymore All in all, there's something going wrong On and on, there's something going wrong All in all, there's something going wrong