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