Yeah these horns know red And this bull knows best Not to chase that scarlet cape As the captive entertainer Always blood to shed To escape those crowds that pay to see Taurus kill the tamer
Good luck, hope you find your lost frontier Yeah the sun will be blinding bright this year If the rings that I run were lines, just imagine how much farther I could be
Now these horns are red And this bull can rest No more scarlet capes to chase As the captive entertainer Now the blood's been shed There will be no crowds today, tell them Taurus killed the tamer
Good luck, hope you find your lost frontier Yeah the sun will be blinding bright this year If the rings that I run were lines, just imagine how much farther I could be