Faith No More - Matador

When lonesome came over me A future shadow Her ghost stood there, sang to me Farewell, so long I'll awake you From this living sleep We'll walk the shore Where you were born And bedded me Although I cheat for the things March forward, my son A battle beyond frozen hills Only for doubters We will rise from the killing floor Like a matador The stained glass A bovine ass Can see right through Every truth-soaked lie Letters will trace every step Out of this world With every date, every date We will be where you will be no more No more The stained glass Or the hangman's ass Would serve you well Now we're comin' back Out of the words Of these ghosts We'll jump the gates And left to rise, we will rise We will rise from the killing floor Like a matador And the dead live May the dead live And the dead live What more can we give? May the dead live May the dead live And the dead live The dead live