Letra

They call him the matador He settles all the scores He kills in plain sight With a blade and a smile He don't know what to think He ain't had enough to drink Well, he'll 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, oh... They call him the matador He settles all the scores He kills in plain sight With a blade and a smile
Writer(s): Jacob Aaron Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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