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