Exhibition Bout - Sodom

Arena filled with screaming crowd

In ecstasy they cry

Paid money for a pleasant show

Want to see him die

The matador in shining dress

Intent to prove his courage

Drove by rejoicing mass

It boils his pulsing blood

Exhibition bouts under the star of law

Men make pleasure in hanging gore

Cruelty to animals crime that won’t get punished

Creatures treated as rubbish

With direct stabs into living flesh

To agonise the bull

No way out the fronts are clear

Take offensive jab it though

On and on ride to the fall

In danger of his life

Wounded find no place to hide

Death will soon arrive

Exhibition bouts under the star of law

Men make pleasure in hanging gore

Cruelty to animals crime that won’t get punished

Creatures treated as rubbish

Blood soaks and stains the parched ground

The slaughter to inaugurate

Duel between man and beast

Their eyes are filled with hate… hate… hate

He restrained fierce at the eleventh hour

Till death blows save his soul

No right to exist lamentation is law

His flesh served up a grub