Matadors - Floater

Watching like wolves inside of a cage

The kids and the old.

The sick and the weak

Their cameras flash away

The age of Matadors has come

The blood on the sand.

The beast and the man, they know it has to end this way

They say, «Hey!

Ole, ole!»

They slash away.

Ole, Ole!

Don’t mind the gunfire in the night

Just hold me tight and we’ll be alright if we can hold the line

They’re taking over 2 by 2

Death in their eyes.

The dim and the wise see it coming

They say, «Hey!

Ole, ole!»

They slash away.

Ole, Ole!

Watch them spin.

The spears go in. Reach up to the sun

On bended knees, with a dying wheeze, prepare another one

And they say, «Hey!

Ole, ole!»

They slash away.

Ole, Ole!