Got myself in the middle of a bullfight
And I think that I'm the bull
Toreador left me paranoid
I charge at him like a fool
He swings his cape and dodges
The crowd stands up and claps
I roll and feel the sting of
Ten swords stuck in my back
The sky is turning red with
Roses thrown at the Toreador
Flies swarm at my dead body
I might have lost the war
Ten sobbing Aphrodites
Shouting the killers name
He takes a bow presenting
One of his bloody hands
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu’un oeil noir te regarde
Et que l’amour t’attend Toreador
L’amour, L’amour t’attend
The sky is turning red with
Roses thrown at the Toreador
Flies swarm at my dead body
I might have lost the war
Hallucinogenic madness
Squeezing my bovine brain
I’ll try to close my eyes now
Before I go insane
Olé!
Olé!
Olé!
Oh no
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