It happened in Pantoja

Spain and Spanish speaking countries
Punishment has come
Castigation our salvation
That cruelty sees some
Judgement coming rapidly
As seasonally we note
Bullfighting and bull running
Are such that people gloat
About the ruddy cruelty
They condemn it at its core
You all should be prosecuted
What is it all for

Spain tells us that they love bulls
They respect them out of hand
They feed them and are generous
But fail to understand
Bulls are surely powerful
They obviously do care
They don’t like being beaten up
And made to love despair

It’s misjudgement it’s brutality
It’s illegal what they do
Bulls are fixed on feelings
Honestly this is true
It’s like going to a football match
Except the Bulls aware
It is going to be slaughtered
Stabbed and poked and sore
Bleeding from deep in its guts
Basically at war

It knows this, it’s not stupid
The prancing idiot BORN
They call him the matador
Watch out for the horn
Most hope it hits their groin and hurts
That’s why the crowd do pay
To see these prancing idiots
Thats what I have heard them say

But of course the Bulls are tortured
Chilli in their eyes
Their horns shaved affecting their balance
The organisers wise
The poor old bulls are angry
Head down charge and they
Get stabbed and poked and beaten
And they die out there each day

They call it bull fighting
It’s murder one two three
People drink their sangria
And their nougat and they see
Cruelty and terror
The poor old bull in pain
Dying from a loss of blood
The debacle is insane

Spain must ban this evil
Rogues and blunders must
See themselves as despoilers
Who should end up in the dust
Evil speaking swearing
Stabbing cutting ears
As the bulls are dying
We all can see their tears

Blood choke tongues are crazy
The matador is there
Cutting off the poor Bulls tail
Wanting now to share
The crippling awful blood fest
Bull fighting, but we know
It’s murder malediction
And wrongfulness on show

Bull running there’s another thing
Angry running souls
Head down gore the children first
Just bunches of trolls
Tanked up on the sangria
Urging Bulls to gore
What is there to be proud of
What is it all for