Horns of a Bull

歌詞

I pay attention to the men behind the curtain I was born in the horns of a bull I know the patter, who it serves and who it's hurting And raised in the image of a wool-puller My daddy put my crib under Damocles' sword My daddy put my crib under Damocles' sword My daddy put my crib under Damocles' sword I saw the bull and became a toreador-rah And no qualification can make you immune To the things I can do, if I'm doing them to you But I can't relax, I can never relax And I'm beginning to ask myself What am I still doing here now? Who's the one I'm gonna make proud? And is it too late for it to be me? Is it too late for it to be me? It is too late for it to be me? Is it too late to be me? I pay attention to the men behind the curtain I was born in the horns of a bull