Estocadas

The natives have a name for me but I can't remember what it is Some fucker took what's mine and now he's acting like she's his Your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift Oh-oh, oh-oh Such a stupid offering, what it's meant to symbolize? A hostile immobility? Is that something to prize? Floodlights generate a hum, render sleeping some myth of man Oh-oh, oh-oh [Chorus] The morning finds me alive with my face pressed in a glass door This summer's been nothing but rain Nature is writhing in her own filth again Took the bus to Plaza de toros on a dare You cried all through the bullfight and cursed me for taking you there Riding back in silence to the hostel thinking only Of the estocadas [Chorus] The morning finds me alive with my face pressed in a glass door This summer's been nothing but rain Nature is writhing in her own filth again