Bull murder ( its no fight there is no fight they are murdering us and its really agony for all of us) Help us Please help us

Bull murder
slow and sure
we yea are the victims
the audience does adore

the spectacle
the spectacle!
our agony
our pain
our blood loss
and our freedom
it all goes down the drain

the strutting of the matador
it don’t matter to me
the toreador and the rest of them
the picadors,
we see

we feel their spears
we feel their swords
we snort, we run in pain
Bull Murder
its blue murder
the Spanish are insane

they come out at the weekends
with their kids in tow
with their bloody tapas
to watch the great blood flow

to turn bulls into a cushion
for their bloodied steel
don’t they know the agony
the pain it is for real

we cough up blood
we snort blood in
our throats
we need to be
saved from all this evil
sport its not
just see

blood spurting every which way
what the hells it for?
just stand still Mr Matador
and your bollocks I will gore

like a randy dandy
bobbing here and there
staring into my sad eyes
oh! no it isn’t fair
he thrusts his dirk into my head
more awful pain for me
through the blaze of blood I see
the kids waving at me

Spanish Kids just babies
subjected to this fear
watching as we are cut about
they are very near
ice creams its enjoyment
for the whole family
as we sink down on our knees
and cry incessantly