Yeah these horns know red

And this bull knows best

Not to chase that scarlet cape

As the captive entertainer

Always blood to shed

To escape those crowds that pay to see Taurus kill the tamer

Better luck, hope you find your lost frontier

Yeah the sun will be blinding bright this year

If the rings that I run were lines, just imagine how much farther I could be

Now these horns are red

And this bull can rest

No more scarlet capes to chase

As the captive entertainer

Now the blood's been shed

There will be no crowds today, tell them Taurus killed the tamer

Better luck, hope you find your lost frontier

Yeah the sun will be blinding bright this year

If the rings that I run were lines, just imagine how much farther I could be