Across the fields we see the fight. On battlefields fought through the night. We killed by force, we struck them dead. The men were gored, we moved ahead. . So many fell to meet their doom. So
Across the fields we see the fight. On battlefields fought through the night. We killed by force, we struck them dead. The men were gored, we moved ahead. . So many fell to meet their doom. So
. Like my gut been tore. Identity gored. My body keeps the score. Da dum baba ba. Feeling sick of shameless lies. You bad guy pretend to be my ally. You dropped your goodbye. But didn't cut the tie
your play, tell me how does it end? . Oh yes, you get stabbed many times by your friends . So, whatcha gonna do with your Roman swords? . When the lines of your legions get gored by the horns . of the
course,. Each one on his horse,. I shouted "ole!" ev'ry time one was gored. . I cheered at the bandilleros' display,. As they stuck the bull in their own clever way,. For I hadn't had so much fun
things long gone past. How old Tige pulled me from a creek when I had no pulse or breath. How he saved me from the changin' bull that gored my dad to death As a kid I'd dream of bears and tremble to my
