We sat together on the porch
As the sunset bled
And you playfully leveled your semi-automatic handgun
Right at my head
And then God
In another stroke of his genius
He opened up the floodgates
And the bulls came out
And the bulls came out

We heard the heavy hooves beating on the earth
As the moment came near
I felt the chamber of your pistol kissing my jaw
I felt your red lips brushing my ear
And then God
Convincing if not transparent in his motives
He opened up the floodgates
But the rivers were dry
‘Cause it was late August
And the bulls came out
And the bulls came out