The matador's nightmare

Best of the best, a hero to all and many a bull he did slay
But he entered the ring with a felling as if he shouldnt
Have risen today
Armed with a sword and a red velvet cape and the roar
Of the crowd all around
As the beast kicked up dirt and started to run, the matador
Heard not a sound
His face-turned white ,did he forget how to fight?
At last-he knew,his nightmares were all coming true
He jumped from the path of this demon with horns, but only to his avail

For the beast put one horn, through the matadors thigh and
The poor man started to wail
He could not belive what he heard, the crowd they all cheered as he bled
As he slowly bent down to pick up
His sword, he knew they wanted him dead
His leg-the pain the bull
Desecrating his name
At last-he knew his nightmares were all coming true

Terror in spain, from a life of good fortune to a death full of pain
Terror in spain the matador ,hes going insane
The bull charged again with a furious pace and the matador raised his sword
He slashed through the neck of this monstrous beast
And laughed as the blood quickly poured
He conquered the bull but this wasnt enough, he dropped to his knees
At its side
He cut out the heart but as he looked up saw a second bull in full stride
His hands were wet, with animals blood and his sweat
At last-he knew his nightmares were all coming true
Terror in spain,from a life of good fortune to a death full of pain
Terror in spain,the matadors nightmare,hes going insane
His face turned white ,he sees
That he cant win this fight
At last-he knew his nightmares were all coming true
Terror in spain,from a life of good fortune to a death full of fucking pain
Terror-nightmares hes going insane