Matador

well, hands on your face you're such a disgrace
born and raised in the USA
you're every fathers dream well
it's a shame you're not as clean-cut as you think

well tensions run high this all makes me cry
but isn't that how you want it to be?
dig your hoof into the earth
while I wait for the punchline

and I gonna be your matador
I wanna see you bring it on
you're so full of what you are
I'm gonna be your Matador

so now it all comes down to you
the clock isn't up
you still got time to repent
but whatever you do I want you to know
that I'm a casualty of this war