Rival Sons Three Fingers

I’m in the air gliding over the water

Feet tucked under my tail

Wings pulled back

Body like a spear

This time I’m coming back whith a whale

I’d better take a deep breath

It’s never easy

We are the bullets

Breast to grave

I’m on my feet and I’m running the plaza

Matador is holding the red

I’ve got the horns

I’ve got the speed

This motherfucker’s going home dead

Three fingers on the rocks

It’s never easy

But you’d better be brave

We are the bullets

Breast to grave