The Mad Flight - I Am a Matador Lyrics
Had had enough of itAll your friends went sober butYou said it wouldn’t stickCalled your text Thesaurus RexAnd taught it in the courtsAll your friends are in their bedsWith other friends of yoursCover me in concrete, baby,Mire me in the marlDoesn’t seem as fondly latelyCrying “Minotaur!”Let’s off to the opera youCan leave your headphones inCounterfeit the manuscript, OBlind the editorI am not a china shop, noI’m a matadorThis is my prolix replyWhen you say how you been