Watching like wolves inside of a cage The kids and the old. The sick and the weak Their cameras flash away The age of Matadors has come The blood on the sand. The beast and the man, they know it has to end this way They say, "Hey! Ole, ole!" They slash away. Ole, Ole! Don't mind the gunfire in the night. Just hold me tight and we'll be alright if we can hold the line They're taking over 2 by 2 Death in their eyes. The dim and the wise see it coming They say, "Hey! Ole, ole!" They slash away. Ole, Ole! Watch them spin. The spears go in. Reach up to the sun On bended knees, with a dying wheeze, prepare another one And they say, "Hey! Ole, ole!" They slash away. Ole, Ole!