The Matador

THE MATADOR

The Matador enters the ring                                   

The hot desert sun is pouring down                         

Approaching the life he will take                             

He picks up his cape, he stands tall and proud          

His passes are daring, the time it is nearing              

His eyes hold the breath of the crowd                      

The thrust, the legs crumble, he throws up his hand 

The shouts and the roses come down,                     

Hail the Matador, He’s our champion                       

He alone stands in the light                                     

Hail the Matador, Hail the champion                          

He’s our hero tonight.                                              

The front line is quiet, in a trench and alone

He waits and he watches the sky

The snap of a twig and he’s back in the war

Where he sweats and prays that he won’t die

He fixes his bayonet and watches the shadow

That’s soon to feel his cold reply

He jumps and it’s over, and one won’t grow older

In silence he stares at the sky

The baby is crying, the dinner is burning

He yells he wants another beer

She opens the oven but she can save nothing

She cries, “Just a minute dear”

But that’s not the answer tonight he can take from her

I’m the boss, is that clear?!

He pushes, she falls, too hard against the wall

But the crowd just stands up and cheers

Chorus

Written by Geof Morgan  -  © 1979, Geof Morgan

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