Stories from the Godless Pride

There's a matador, standing in the middle
Of the road up ahead
Waving his muleta, so as
I might attack, 'But only whores are attracted to red' I said

There's a snake oil salesman behind him
With water from the fountain of youth
That he offers to me, for a pretty penny
But I decline

I mean, who would fall for that anyway

There's a fortune-teller begging me for silver
So that, in return, to me she can deliver
Something of what is to come
But I say 'Save it for someone that'll suffer gladly, love'

And behind her yet, a beggar with her hands out looks to me
For retreat, from the belly or the liver
Of the loneliest night, heaven banished from sight
That now adorns her

I mean, who would fall for that anyway

They're only stories from the godless pride
They're only stories from the godless pride
They're only stories from the godless pride
They're only stories from the godless pride