SPAIN the level you sink to is beyond decency

This is purely ignorance
Pain thresh holds appear
Non existent for them
Those poor Bulls
Its so clear
Their agony is massive
And so they pull their tail
and stab them
NO they cannot walk
YES again Spain you do fail

You are totally without empathy
These pricks that you call stars
Are nothing but vile filthy cowards
I wish them far more scars
Right across their ugly mugs
And down their yellow backs
Deep into their rotten groins
Lets see more attacks

Spain you bloody sicken me
And all this audience too
If this is entertainmentThen
Then Spain what you must do
Is stand up and be counted
Understand whats true
What you call your culture
Is a riveting display
Of the most heinous debacles
And to think that people pay

To see this violence and this pain
Carried out in this way
That bull was begging them to stop
And what do they do they pay
No attention heartless darkness
Evil ugly sods
Hathor is the goddess of Bulls
And I call her down
Protect these innocent and beautiful BULLs
With their bloody crown
Of swords and knives and agony
Their sweet beseeching eyes
Their noble hearts
Are witheringly tortured
By your so silk clad tarts
Dancing around the stricken Bull
Ugly manifests
For human beings
Far removed
That onlookers detest

STOP this stop this evil
SPain what you still do
Is take a bull and murder it
And all the bloody crew
That wear this poor sweet innocent
Into the dust of time
You are the bloody lot of you
Nothing less than slime