[Part I: Bull]
[Verse 1]
Got him right between the shoulders
And the bull loses blood
No fight left to give
Can't pull his head up
[Chorus]
Comfort fools us into faith
Then fate pulls us away again
A corpse with a spirit
Got out of my bed today
[Verse 2]
Bottles call you from their
Seats on the choir riser
Laid on my back in the
Tepid bathtub water
[Chorus]
The ache of the wind on the windows
The blood under the bridge
And the stadium crowd
Charges the bull
[Verse 1]
Got him right between the shoulders
And the bull loses blood
No fight left to give
Can't pull his head up
[Chorus]
Comfort fools us into faith
Then fate pulls us away again
A corpse with a spirit
Got out of my bed today
[Verse 2]
Bottles call you from their
Seats on the choir riser
Laid on my back in the
Tepid bathtub water
[Chorus]
The ache of the wind on the windows
The blood under the bridge
And the stadium crowd
Charges the bull
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