Rival Sons - Three Fingers lyrics

I'm in the air gliding over the water Feet tucked under my tail Wings pulled back Body like a spear This time I'm coming back with a whale I'd better take a deep breath It's never easy We are the bullets Breast to grave I'm on my feet and I'm running the plaza Matador is holding the red I've got the horns I've got the speed This motherf**er's going home dead Three fingers on the rocks It's never easy But you'd better be brave We are the bullets Breast to grave