Well, there's something in my head
Like a waving of red
That propels me
Through the dust
Toward the sword
And there's a glitter to its flash
That would turn me into ash
Yet enchants me
Toward a distant
Foreign shore
Oh oh oh
I lay my body down
Upon her wedding gown
Oh oh oh
Well, I always pushed
When they told me I should pull
I'm a fighting bull
Well, the old man would never weep
But when he'd lay me down to sleep
I saw the scars
On his arms and his fists
He said, though I was small and quick
I'd better learn to wield the stick
And to cut first
And to be sure
To never miss
Oh oh oh
I lay my body down
Upon her wedding gown
Oh oh oh
Well, I always pushed
When they told me I should pull
I'm a fighting bull
I took my cursed way
Into a Spanish cafe
And the curtains
Were navy
Wool and wheat
And the light was dim and cool
Revealed a glittering of jewels
But the rubies
In her eyes
Were for me
Oh oh oh
I lay my body down
Upon her wedding gown
Oh oh oh
Well, I always pushed
When they told me I should pull
I'm a fighting bull

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