Another Fight
Running away to the wood with the beast on my scent
Sweat drops fall down on the ground, feel the knife at my throat
Heat of this hell and the dust make me dream of a beer
but this "fair" fight won't allow me to dream when It's near
Now, the performance will start
The beau's frisking round grinning his absurd grin
He's always smelling of an exclusive perfume
Looks like a scarecrow in a clinging costume
Running away hope the fight will soon come to it's end
the beast foams with rage and it's turning it's head 'gainst the sand
the guy in the middle is waving around with his shawl
sometimes I hope that the beast just will pierce him at all
OLE, he is running away
The crowd's crying out loudly, they want him to stay
he's turning around and then he stands still
the beast runs into his silver steeled stick
Senoritas waving hands, roses falling down, the crowd's crying
OLE, he's feeling very proud fighting down the beast,
it's getting near the end
OH, the creature's collapsing cooling down blood is staining the sand
Last convulsion of flesh another fight has come to an end
Running away to the wood with the beast on my scent
Sweat drops fall down on the ground, feel the knife at my throat
Running away to the wood with the beast on my scent
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© ALL LYRICS BY SHAA KHAN / ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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