Lyrics Bewilderbeast - Skyclad

Bewilderbeast

See the brave toreador
Just look at him thrive of the crowd as they roar
For death brings a thrill to the everyday lives
Of the «non-com» observers who gloat and chastise
My mind can’t believe we maintain
This barbarous blood-thirsty game
In their picturesque dwellings the aristo-classes
Spill blood that’s not claret from cut-crystal glasses
Never once pausing to contemplate why
For vanity’s victories innocents die
No better than bloodhounds hot on the scent
They butcher their prey when its energy’s spent
My mind can’t believe we maintain
This barbarous blood-thirsty game
Please show me this sportsman you mention with pride
With his dog to defend him and his gun at his side
If courage is the one thing your kind do not lack
Then why don’t you hunt something that can fight you back?
I see only cowardice ridden by guilt
And your hands won’t wash clean of the blood they have spilt
What measure of madness makes you all so ill
That your passport to pleasure’s a licence to kill
So I won’t waste my time trying to understand why
For vanity’s victories innocents die
'cause you’re all vicious bastards, I’m sick of your crap
So I won’t bat an eyelid when it’s you in the trap
I still can’t believe we maintain
This barbarous blood-thirsty game