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Matador
Welcome the great killer seed of bullfighter's breed, He's taken down 49 beasts, no sweat A true living legend
On the other side of the ring, 300 kilos of pure temper The pride of it's caste, one of a kind
Ladies and gentlemen, sit back and relax This sunday you'll smell blood again
Madness takes over the venue at the beast's fisrt charge Dust is in the air but his eyes show no fear Dodges goring with a master dance
Colorful flags crowning a flowing trace of blood Every stab turns into a work of art They thought the beast was about to be tamed
On the other side of the ring, 300 kilos of pure temper The pride of it's caste, one of a kind
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Sweet panic in his eyes a second before the horn pierces his stomach throwing him like a cloth doll
Ladies and gentlemen, sit back and relax This sunday you'll smell blood again
Dear spectators contemplate life's fragility The beauty of a convulsing body laying on the floor
Isn't public torture a right we deserve? Proof of our manliness, the pride people carry inside
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