Lyrics:
and pain
I know I break the mood when I'm with you
cnd don't appreciate the bullfight
I always look behind though I try to
Cut off the rope that's holding us
Guilty of stealing
Every thought I own
I will take my turn
To fight the bullfight
Every word's sunk in deep
Like the blades of a knife through my
guy cahh ride dem riddim yah
Dem drop and chip
De way de bass so round
And de drum it a kick
Man stop dance inna ring
Like a bullfight a kick
And grab
to this bullfight
Another risk took upon my life
But I'm not about to compromise
A flight risk
Young enough to get ignited
Old enough to know no side is
Senseless Automatic
They are gonna shoot but i ain´t never bleed
Focus on the tragic
Bloodhounds bite the weak to death
Bullfights in the streets
Are
Don't take too much to wake me up
I don't take too kind to morning light
I'm both the fly up on the wall
And the matador of this bullfight
Things
I was walking down the street
With cannonballs in my hands
Searching for some bullfights
And a place to dance at nights
Every Sunday morning
It's
impatient
Like a bullfight in the basement
Take a hat and put it on
Go outside in a new direction
Yeah
Just go and get it
Go get it on
The pleasure is mine
can't join
I'm a toro in a bullfight, trying to escape the pain
I'm caught in the middle, feeling
I'm drowning in emotions, like a fish in a lakeing
words down
baby
this bullfight honey
let it go now
and we'll be fine
if you dare say: i coyld use a break now darling
hold me for a while
peace of mind
Save me,
save me from a bullfight.
Take me,
take me to your nightlight.
Oh and turn it on.
Make me,
Make me up some foresight.
Don't be so sore,
the best is good enough for me.
I like to eat lobster directly from Maine,
I like to see bullfights in sunny old Spain,
I'm gonna start living, you wait
The crowd is waiting for the bullfight
Matador
My final fight the place is packed once more
But Anita won't throw me a rose this fight
The one
The crowd is waiting for the bullfight
Matador
My final fight the place is packed once more
But Anita won't throw me a rose this fight
The one she
The crowd is waiting for the bullfight, Matador
My final fight the place is packed once more
Anita won't throw me a rose this fight
The one she
the best is good enough for me.
I like to eat lobster directly from Maine,
I like to see bullfights in sunny old Spain,
I'm gonna start living, you wait
Then we hear a whistle like a bison's pipe
And the carnival immediately begins
Gradually mixing rain
Thunder
Bullfight
Football
Playground
is good enough for me
I like to eat lobster directly from Maine
I like to see bullfights in sunny old Spain
I'm gonna start living, you wait
at the airport. This is my Aunt
Ruth. This is me at a bullfight. This is me fighting the bull.
Jimmy, Jerry & Junior: Ohh!
Larry: This is me and the bull.
Jimmy,
this ain't a bullfight
Late at night, I'm gonna bring the fright of Poltergeist
Looked at me through the shades,
Tried to play me like a hermit
I looked
of the line, born of no name
The hard luck child
Too many times caught between the extremes
Bullfight blow flies border magazines
A hundred eyes with a quarter
hook
Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul
Horthy's corpse screened to a million
Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight
Fragments of uniforms,
at a bullfight.This is me fighting the bull.
Jimmy, Johnny, & Junior:Ooooh!
Larry: this is me and the bull.
Jimmy, Johnny, & Junior: Aaaah!
Larry:this is me
there were hardly any bullfights nowadays
For some reason all the best matadors were Fascists."
For behold
Forsaken from thee
Flowered bloom
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