Priest and the Matador

Here I lie, I’m staring at
Clouds in shapes of dogs and cats
I hear a woman start to yell
«Oh, dear god, I think he fell!»
I’m the arrow shot straight to Hell from the bow of William Tell
My body lies kissing the ground like a cross turned upside down
A priest is rushing to my side
Begins to read me my last rites
«Father, you’re too late, my faith is weak
So won’t you save your half-hearted speech?»
I’m the arrow shot straight to Hell from the bow of William Tell
My body lies kissing the ground like a cross turned upside down
A man bends down and says, «Son
We’re gonna get through this one!
Take my hand, and let us pray!»
I scream, «Please get the fuck away!»
I’m the arrow shot straight to Hell from the bow of William Tell
My body lies kissing the ground like a cross turned upside down
The ambulance is singing as cops push back the crowd
I start to take my last breath as blood pours out my mouth
The medic’s walking my way, I think this could be it
I hear him start to state, «The time of death is half past six…»
I’m the arrow shot straight to Hell…
I’m the arrow shot straight to Hell…