Last chance saloon

Calm and peaceful in repose
Eternity I do suppose
Only when defending do they
Get aggressive in any way
predictable simple and slow
That is really all they know

Heavy weights around their neck
Thats to keep them all in check
Petroleum rubbed into their eyes
And beat their kidneys
To realize
Tranquilizers and laxatives do
Induce paralysis
Feed them really lots of salt
Make them bloated
And weak they halt

Afeitado filing horns
Until of course they see new dawns
This is fighting so they say
It in culture in every way
Its all massively so unfair
And when they fight
Its never fair
It really is senseless attrition
And you of course are on a mission
To free yourself and get ahead
And wake up worrying from their head

Before they fight
They are in the dark
And stabbed so that they have made their mark
He begins to bleed and the bright lights
Perturb him just before he fights
Remeber deep down he is a peaceful soul
and now he must fight
His only goal
is to win the fight
Where he is stabbed repeatedly
Stabbed and jabbed
Nothing is really left to chance
Horses are drugged their vocal chords lanced
They scream blue murder
No one can hear
And 200 horses die each year
Its death and destruction
Its evil too
just torture and death
And all for you

There is no compassion or empathy
Just murder snd mayhem
For all to see
And spain and portugal and mexico
Their karmic debt it is on show
And all who go are overdrawn
Ever since the day they were born

And the matador he dont matter to me
I want everyone to die and be
Carried out gored right through
For all of them seem clueless too
The agony the bulls do feel
The agony thats truly real

As for those who go along
Who are entertained by bulls all strong.so wrong
They all Should really be
Bleeding for an eternity