Discard your silly bravado
And put away your guns
You think I’m just a matador
Who sees a bull and runs
Away with all your silly tales
And come and deal with now
I have no use for fairytales
They are just like flying cows
And put away your guns
You think I’m just a matador
Who sees a bull and runs
Away with all your silly tales
And come and deal with now
I have no use for fairytales
They are just like flying cows
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