They call him the matador
He settles all the scores
He kills in plain sightWith a blade and a smile
He don′t know what to think
He ain't had enough to drink
Well, he′ll take him by surprise
To see the whites of his eyes
Well, he'll settle things in the sun
Plays God like the chosen one
Well, he's storied from town to town
Kills for sport and pride
The matador raised his blade to the sun
To show the blade, the damage is done
Children cry in their mother′s arms
As the people replied with a deafining swarm
The crowd rose as the blood′s running warm, oh...
They call him the matador
He settles all the scores
He kills in plain sight
With a blade and a smile
