The Bull Lyrics

It makes no difference how I behave


Things are good, things are bad, I'm a king and a slave

I'm a rock and a stone, I'm a sea and a wave

Waiting for the shoreline to reach me

Waiting for the shoreline to reach me

One with the truth has the bull by the horns

Lucky to breathe and to be kept born

Illusions shatter as the body is shorn


Of leaves that grew in the morning

Leaves that grew in the morning


God had a bowtie, God had a gun

He was your little brother, come looking for his fun

Going up you and down you with a knife and the sun

Paused at the threshold of swallowing you

Paused at the threshold of swallowing you

One with a lie has the bull by the tail

Lucky to strangle, lucky to fail

Is pulled to and fro through the dirt by the bull


Like a leaf in the wind in the winter

A leaf in the wind in the winter

Listen to the footsteps, beating on the bridge

Running past the rivers where dead men live

They're walking off the mountain, falling off the ledge


Their wish is firmly broken and their souls are pledged

Their wish is firmly broken

Those who hold no handle but to wish their bodies well

Are sanctified in terror, counted out in Hell

Go wandering in limbo with lives and bellies full

To finish up in silence in the belly of the bull

It makes no difference how I behave

Things are good, things are bad, I'm a king and a slave

I'm a rock and a stone, a sea and a wave

Waiting for the shoreline to reach me

Waiting for the shoreline to reach me