Write a note, then pass it down
That's how rumors fly around
They got wings on their shoulders, fangs in their mouth
Things in their head to talk about
Everybody gather round
As I take my knife and plunge it down
I'll wave my cape just to keep you awake
Maybe there's a chance that I won't make it
Whether you're a news writer or bull fighter
It don't matter in the suit of lights
You gotta fight
You gotta fight the bull
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
In this world who can you trust?
When there's no footprints in the old sawdust
The circus left town but I still see clowns
How long will they stick around?
The beast is hurt but the beast ain't dead
The man sees blood and the beast sees red
There's death at hand
What's the plan?
Will it be the bull?
Will it be the man?
Whether you're a news writer or bull fighter
It don't matter in the suit of lights
You gotta fight
You gotta fight the bull
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
You gotta fight the bull
Instrumental
You gotta fight the bull
You gotta fight the bull
You gotta fight the bull
The beast is hurt
But the beast ain't dead
The man sees blood
And the beast sees red
What's the plan
When there's death at hand
Will it be the bull?
Will it be the man?
The beast is hurt
But the beast ain't dead
The man sees blood
And the beast sees red
What's the plan
When there's death at hand
Will it be the bull?
Will it be the man?
The beast is hurt
But the beast ain't dead
The man sees blood
And the beast sees red
What's the plan
When there's death at hand
Will it be the bull?
Will it be the man?