In a Bull Run Beneath the Sonoran Sun The brutes are full of Hot blood and a lust to crush my lungs and I'm Hangin' on My breath's heavy and rough, they're behind my dust and my Head's up To the sun above, the one to save me from (the) Bull run From the drugs and the tongues and the blood in the sun I'm movin' on In a bull run, oh! 44 miles over all of the poor men's bones And they pursue me still, the one, lone, stoned matador And move me and lead me to the cold shadowed slope Because, there, they all know I'm wild and I hold no control The desert Madonna watches and groans, she prays for my tired soul She knows if I'm off alone I'm prone to fall to the fire below The sun's close, it's road still glows and I can go to escape the hole But the bulls they won't ever drop, no If I stay with them and roll!