The Art Of Bullfighting - El Creepo

The day before

The matador

Watched his only love expire

Through Spanish eyes

The candles dance like ballerinas

Your fragile breaths like emphysema

But we have only life to leave

Slip into shadows like a gypsy

I saw my future only yesterday

When I awoke from a dream

The beast before me in a cloud of dust

Cruelty amuse the plastic crowd

Death rattles dirty little secrets

Like a skull without a home

Etched in stone above your grave

The only son we could not save

I saw you crying only dressed in black

Our love would then become a dream

Close your eyes and find me as you sleep

Now more alive than I ever was

Inside this colloseum

The crowd craves

The blood of the beast

Doubtless, their sense of pity

Is measured

By the size of the victim

Arch your back and open wide

Fill the void with violence

Arch your back and open wide

Fill the void with violence

I know you’re waiting for that day

When love arrives

To finally calm your heart

Calm your heart