The Matador
Out of luck, things are tough, hunger's got the best of me
I don't know if I should, I've got a family
I could give all I've got and become a celebrity
Might as well give it a shot
Hunger strikes more painfully
Plunge into the heart of it all
Nice clothes and a reason to perform
Does your conscience hurt at all?
Final thought forms and you plunge
Into the horns of a charging bull
End of nothing at all
You backed down too many times before
Now you're tired of that so you ride them horns
You're a victim of you're own discord
A victory for the underdog