The bull shites

Its all about the fiestas
This bull shit out in Spain
Historically it came with the Moors
Who brought with it their pain
They conquered Andulucia
And rode their horses high
Killing bulls thats how it started
And so many Bulls did die

In the plaza de toros
Art and culture met
It goes right back to 711
So in their heart its set
On feast days in madrid
Some 25,000 people buy
A ticket every single night
To watch each brave bull die

Sometimes the dancing matadors
Feel the bulls horn too
And its good when that does happen
At least the bulls can view
Their opponent On the sand
With others covering his tracks
At least it turns the tables
When those bums are on their backs

SPAIN has got the right name
Such pain they so inflict
The madness in Madrid its there
Each matador hand picked
In Seville and in Rondo
Great rings for all to see
But I think this Bull fighting stuff
Should be banned essentially

A reminder of being over run
By bandits long ago
Is hardly the sort of culture
You run with and you show
Off to all your new friends
Reminding them of that
Its insanity on two legs
And its cruel thats where its at

A chance to gulp down sangria
And sit in the hot sun
Using loads of lotion
And feeling over done
Soaking up the horror
Hearing the bulls last snorts
Its medieval torture
That lodges in your thoughts