Lyrics:
Got a link in Brum
If it weren't for the accent (Benji)
Got a link in Brum, met her at the Bullring
She would be a ten if
It weren't for the accent
prison and battle to survive
In a bullring filled with killers that want to take their lives
Flying, flying bull; he was in panic flying bull
Trying
I've had enough
Broad Street's bust
And the hazy fog around the Bullring's
Killed my lust
And Paradise Circus is anything but
And it all just feels
Nihilists in orbit
What a phase to come out of
Scattered seeds in the bullring
Intake the rats with yielding armies
And broken down cars but horns
Nihilists in orbit
What a phase to come out of
Scattered seeds in the bullring
Intake the rats with yielding armies and broken down cars
But horns
Now I'm A Toreador
I Am For Sure
I Kill Bulls By The Score
And Sometimes More
And When They Hear The Bell Ring
Inside The Bullring
The Bullocks
doesn't matter much
(Aide #1:)
She's our lady of the new world with a golden touch
(Aide #2:)
She filled a bull-ring, forty-five thousand seater
(Che:)
Now I'm a toreador
I am for sure
I kill bulls by the score
And sometimes more
And when they hear the bell ring
Inside the bullring
The bullocks
her Tower
You are going
To the empty bullring
Taking your red cloak
To regain something
Oh, you rolling matador
Kill in your eyes
For
slaying, looks like geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bullring, the lazy ways the birds sing
A new baby's born everyday, few men may be scorned today
a factory and bind down his desire
And milk his body of his strength, to stoke another fire
Then they turn him loose in the bullring, to fight with tooth
Coyotes with the mules
Life is a bullring
For taking risks and flouting rules
Who needs a safety net
The world is open wide
Just look out for card
Coyotes with the mules
Life is a bullring
For taking risks and flouting rules
Who needs a safety net
The world is open wide
Just look out for card
To carry on living
Black prairies
And a knife of light
Dare to earth
Of an andaluz boy
Bullrings of villages in fiesta
Looks for the opportunity
Under
El mucho grando matador
El toreador, all girls adore
They can see mystery in his eyes
No sign of fear, shows no surprise
Into the bullring he has
you in the bullring wearing red?
Will they find you wearing blood in the lion's den?
Call it what you want
Urban camouflage
Don't dress to impress if
them just for fun
Animals don’t live for that
In the bullring always blood
From the victims of your war
Do not cut them ears and tails
In this country
And rest assure them I'm fine
I would hate for them to start a conversation
And insert their opinions
I have a jealous-worthy view
Of the bullring from my
If you go out tonight
You leave that aura at home waiting alone
Magically out of sight a bullring brimming for a fight
Over delight
Its all the same
Fancy people like him got their shades on but nothing can protect you from
His 10k fat choppers
Breathe in breathe out time to step into the bullring
3
hawkings
Got a man down at the back of the park
An shanked his rarse at the back of the bullring splash
And chased his clart
Back to the car woi woi
Back
Might hit bullring for a light spree
Couldn't care less if you don't like me
Because I got all of my ones there chilling
Stay getting love from bare women
more
Dress me up in a silk red slip and fishnet panty hoes
I look good in all her clothes and a bullring in my nose
Wooo
Creature within
Send me a bobby
roses (Nah)
Bullring full of posers (Yes)
Matadores tryna poke ya (Yeah)
Now I'm gruntin and I'm seein red
Purebred and I'm well-fed
To everyone catchin
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