Nerve - Rage | Текст песни

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• Nerve
• Rage

A raging bull with no time to lose
Pamplona streets, real leather shoes
But I've seen it all, and i've said it all
A brute smells nice in the spanish air
Medallions gleam on a chest of hair
And i want it all, even if it kills me

Moustachioed men will lope and leer
The head of lust now crowned by fear
It's a tired scene, what does it mean?
It's a call to order the joy run wild
It's gone to seed in each new manchild
It's time to change 'cos it's killing you