paroles de chanson MATADOR - Shahmen
                                                You 
                                                see 
                                                my 
                                                eyes, 
                                                dog?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                black 
                                                labrador
 
                                    
                                
                                                Guide 
                                                you 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                labyrinth 
                                                of 
                                                peace 
                                                and 
                                                war
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                Izmir 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                Californ', 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                devil's 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                matador
 
                                    
                                
                                                Made 
                                                his 
                                                fortune 
                                                off 
                                                of 
                                                blood 
                                                sports 
                                                of 
                                                every 
                                                form
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tango 
                                                dancing 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                stolen 
                                                horns
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                never 
                                                teach 
                                                    a 
                                                pilgrim 
                                                how 
                                                to 
                                                reap 
                                                corn
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I'm 
                                                reborn 
                                                each 
                                                mourn, 
                                                from 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                trauma 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                past
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes 
                                                    I 
                                                reached 
                                                forth 
                                                till 
                                                the 
                                                blood 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                my 
                                                demons 
                                                finally 
                                                streaks 
                                                the 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                say 
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                bull 
                                                than 
                                                    a 
                                                matador
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rather 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                bull 
                                                than 
                                                    a 
                                                matador
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                the 
                                                matador 
                                                doesn't 
                                                get 
                                                gored 
                                                wasn't 
                                                    a 
                                                bull 
                                                fight
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                rooting 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                ox 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                whole 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                the 
                                                matador 
                                                doesn't 
                                                get 
                                                gored 
                                                wasn't 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                bull 
                                                fight
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                rooting 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                ox 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                whole 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sugar 
                                                skulls 
                                                of 
                                                bulls 
                                                lull 
                                                the 
                                                fools 
                                                in 
                                                trance
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                holy 
                                                day 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                hold 
                                                hands 
                                                and 
                                                slow 
                                                dance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Roses 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                teeth 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                reaper 
                                                they 
                                                romance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Middle 
                                                finger 
                                                eagle, 
                                                    I 
                                                rock 
                                                it 
                                                on 
                                                both 
                                                hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                everything 
                                                    I 
                                                own 
                                                and 
                                                sell 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                hoes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bamboozle 
                                                my 
                                                foes 
                                                and 
                                                share 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                bros
 
                                    
                                
                                                [?] 
                                                blood 
                                                sucked 
                                                    I 
                                                spit 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                poems
 
                                    
                                
                                                [?] 
                                                lock 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                suddenly 
                                                blow 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                first 
                                                wrote 
                                                swear 
                                                nobody 
                                                gave 
                                                    a 
                                                fuck, 
                                                sat 
                                                dust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blood, 
                                                sweat 
                                                and 
                                                tears 
                                                I've 
                                                gushed 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                insomnia 
                                                would 
                                                last 
                                                for 
                                                months
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                reason 
                                                marijuana, 
                                                marathons' 
                                                my 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it's 
                                                    a 
                                                must 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                let 
                                                the 
                                                dust 
                                                corrupt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blew 
                                                the 
                                                dust 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                the 
                                                sawed 
                                                off 
                                                my 
                                                lies 
                                                become
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                from 
                                                dust 
                                                to 
                                                dust, 
                                                it's 
                                                in 
                                                us 
                                                we 
                                                trust
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wonder 
                                                what's 
                                                the 
                                                crux 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                come 
                                                ups
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hard 
                                                work 
                                                and 
                                                passion, 
                                                maybe 
                                                some 
                                                dumb 
                                                luck
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                finding 
                                                life 
                                                lessons 
                                                in 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                fuck 
                                                ups
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                the 
                                                matador 
                                                doesn't 
                                                get 
                                                gored 
                                                once 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                bull 
                                                fight
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                rooting 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                ox 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                whole 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                the 
                                                matador 
                                                doesn't 
                                                get 
                                                gored 
                                                once 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                bull 
                                                fight
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                rooting 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                ox 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                whole 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.