And They Call It 'Sport'

I toss my horns
At the flash of red
That stupid fool
He'll soon be dead.

He flaps the rag
and laughs, they cheer
I kick my hooves
His face shows fear

I charge
And thus the coward flees
The walls are high
Their sides are steep
And so he shall die
Beneath my feet.

I miss him, just
He hits the floor
I stamp down hard
Soon he'll be no more

I kick and stomp
He writhes on the ground
His body breaks
With a splintering sound

And then i choke
Rope burns my skin
I hit the dirt
They cannot win.

I kick , i turn, i toss, i fight
I throw them off with all my might
But they batter, beat, they burn and bruise
There's nothing i can do, I'm going to lose

The chains come down, i cannot move
Beaten, bleeding, and waiting to die
My bones broken, i lose the will to try

Looking up the barrel of the gun
I lay, broken in the dirt
And the rodeo has won.