They call him the matador

He settles all the scores

He kills in plain sightWith a blade and a smile

He don′t know what to think

He ain't had enough to drink

Well, he′ll take him by surprise

To see the whites of his eyes

Well, he'll settle things in the sun

Plays God like the chosen one

Well, he's storied from town to town

Kills for sport and pride

The matador raised his blade to the sun

To show the blade, the damage is done

Children cry in their mother′s arms

As the people replied with a deafining swarm

The crowd rose as the blood′s running warm, oh...

They call him the matador

He settles all the scores

He kills in plain sight

With a blade and a smile