They set light to our horns
\nWhich burned our eyes
\nSo We charge through the flesh
\nOf the none too wise
\nThe ugly Spaniards
\nTanked up on
\nThe sangria
\nA bottle gone
\nthen the cruelty
\nIt begins
\nSpanish culture
\nSin of sins
\nBunglers lowbrows
\nPhillistines
\nThickheads greehorns
\nWith All the signs
\nOf heartless youth
\nWho get their fix
\nTheir Sheningans
\nAnd assorted tricks
\nApproving torture
\nAnd lots of pain
\nRetarded really
\nAnd so insane
\nWe bulls we bear no malice
\ntaught by HATHOR to break free
\nForgiving forgetting we forgo
\nBut we sometimes fight
\nTnats when they know
\nTheir lunacy for thats what it is
\nPyromaniacs as we fizz
\nAnd bubble and burst
\nOur eyes afire
\nThe tormenters
\nExpect life to get dire
\nWe aim for your belly
\nPerhaps your thigh
\nTo bury our horns
\nAnd really try
\nTo make a statement
\nTo help you deal
\nWith hours of agony
\nAs you heal
\nBlistering dread
\nAnd mobility
\nin a world of affliction
\nAnd jeopardy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They set light to our horns Which burned our eyes So We charge through the flesh Of the none too wise The ugly Spaniards Tanked up on The sangria A bottle gone then the cruelty It begins Spanish culture Sin … Continue reading