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​The Bulls

This song is by Marc And The Mambas and appears on the album Torment And Toreros (1983) and on the live album Three Black Nights Of Little Black Bites (2012).

This song is a cover of "Les Toros" by ​Jacques Brel.
On Sundays the bulls get so bored

When they are asked to show off for us

There is the sun, the sand, and the arena

There are the bulls ready to bleed for us

It's the time when grocery clerks become Don Juan

It's the time when all ugly girls turn into swans

Who can say of what he's found

That bull who turns and paws the ground

And suddenly he sees himself all nude

Who can say of what he dreams

That bull who hears the silent screams

From the open mouths of multitudes

On Sundays the bulls get so bored

When they are asked to suffer for us

There are the picadors and the mobs revenge

There are the toreros, and the mob kneels for us, olé!

It's the time when grocery clerks become García Lorca

And the girls put roses in their teeth like Carmen

On Sundays the bulls get so bored

When they are asked to drop dead for us

The sword will plunge down and the mob will drool

The blood will pour down and turn the sand to mud. Olé!

The moment of triumph when grocery clerks become Nero

The moment of triumph when the girls scream and shout

The name of their hero, ah

And when finally they fell

Did not the bulls dream of a hell

Where men and worn-out matadors still burn

Or perhaps with their last breaths

Would not they pardon us their deaths

Knowing what we did at Carthage--Waterloo--Verdun

Stalingrad--Iwo Jima--Hiroshima--Saigon!