We've been around for a long time and in that time we've written a lot of songs, some in our previous incarnation as Bikini Black Special, and then even more as Zvilnik - so if you fancy a browse through lyrics old and new, fill your boots. Dig into the back catalogue of satirical sinister speculative cabaret, a fusion of science fiction, political satire, grotesque comedy, and theatrical storytelling that's been built up over actual decades.
A hat, a cape, a sword Matador A man and beast at war Matador We came here for the gore Matador But we found so much more Matador You always felt the bullring's pull, from the day that you were born In the ring there are no rules, but it's like your mother warned That if you mess with the bull, then you will get the horns The horns, the horns, You will get the horns MATADOR! A paragon of style and grace MATADOR! A flashing blade and smile on your face MATADOR! Until you put one foot out of place Then you're out of the race And you'll smile no more MATADOR! Flick your cape for emphasis, your opponent will see red As you face your nemesis, to see who'll be maimed and who'll be dead One will hit and one will miss, and it's like your mother said The horns, the horns You will get the horns MATADOR! You're facing a terrible foe MATADOR! A connection that only you know MATADOR! You and the bull eye to eye Each preparing to die On the bullring floor MATADOR! A paragon of style and grace MATADOR! A flashing blade and smile on your face MATADOR! Until you put one foot out of place Then you're out of the race And you'll smile no more MATADOR!