[Verse 1]
First there was the fable of the bull
Told by the picador
Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core
An apple core, an apple core, an apple
Core, an apple core, an apple
[Verse 2]
Next our minds were supping up the horrors
That our vicious master's whip
Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip
Wickedly hip, wickedly hip, wickedly
Hip, wickedly hip, wickedly
[Bridge]
I had to don a disguise to see her slinking down
The snaking hallways to her chamber
But I wasn't prepared to encounter the vision
Of she and it engaged in defiling of the sacred
In an instant her face became so plaintive
And I watched as she transformed
Into the Black Amaranth
The Black Amaranth (x4)
[Verse 3]
The next morning I spied
In a window framed in bra**
The story of her condemnation
Portrayed in the stained gla**
In the stained gla**
In the stained gla**, in the stained
Gla**, in the stained gla**, in the stained
Gla**