I’m not dumb 
I’ve got principles 
I know right from wrong 
It’s not difficult 
I’ve seen your party tricks 
I’m not impressed 
With your ambition 
To defeat the best 
I’m not attracted as you wave your cape around And bring the bull down

I’ve been groomed 
Rough handled 
Your bad attitude 
Brings me to a standstill 
Maybe it’s tough love 
Or am I a soft touch? 
This spectacle 
Is not nearly enough 
Still you dress up and grandstand to the crowd And bring the bull down

Mean and mad 
Born to be bad 
Quick to attack 
On all the hoardings, painted black 
Prod it, poke it, put a rope on it 
Keep it penned up in the dark and provoke it Until it staggers out into the sun, broken and bowed

The fight’s rigged 
So you can never lose 
You’re waiting in the ring 
I’m not going to move 
It’s not like I need to see 
Your superiority 
You never let me forget 
Which one of us is the beast 
You trample all sensitivity into the ground And bring the bull down