In his prime he took his time
His suit of lights worn proudly
But that was then, and this is now
His body moves so sadly
The thought of runnin' never crossed his mind
He fears the death of any other kind
Now the devil takes his horns out
And the shadows in the crowd shout
"He was born to bleed"
The heroes pride stretches far and wide
As if the earth was empty
His holy ghost carries coast to coast
As if his body's buried
The thought of runnin' never crossed his mind
He fears teh death of any other kind
Now the devil takes his horns out
And the shadows in the crowd shout;
Stare into his eyes,
can the matador survive?
"He was born to bleed"
The thought of runnin' never crossed his mind
He fears the death of any other kind
Only a coward quits while he's ahead
Only a matador would take a stand
Oooooohhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh ohh
-Trumpet Solo-
Now the devil takes his horns out
And the shadows in the crowd shout
Stare into his eyes,
can the matador survive?
He was born to bleed.