See the brave toreador
just look at him thrive
Off the crowd as they roar.
For death brings a thrill
To the everyday lives of the
`non-com` observers
Who gloat and chastise
My mind can`t believe we maintain
This barbarous blood thirsty game.
In their picturesque dwellings the aristo-classes
Spill blood that`s not claret from cut-crystal glasses.
Never once pausing to contemplate why
For vanity`s victories innocents die.
No better than bloodhounds
Hot on the scent
They butcher their prey
When its` energy`s spent
My mind can`t believe we maintain
This barbarous blood thirsty game.
Please show me this `sportsman`
You mention with pride
With his dog to defend him
And his gun at his side
If courage is the one thing
Your kind do not lack
Then why don`t you hunt something
That can fight you back?
I see only cowardice ridden by guilt
And your hands won`t wash clean of the blood they have spilt.
What measure of madness makes you all so ill
That your passport to pleaseure`s a licence to kill?
So I won`t waste my time trying to understand why
For vanity`s victories innocents die
`Cus you`re all vicious bastards I`m sick of your crap
So I won`t bat an eyelid when it`s you in the trap.
I still can`t believe we maintain
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