(Intro - lone tense violin)
(Distant church bell)
(Boot heels on stone)
(Heartbeat drum)
They say when you hear the thunder,
You better clear the street.
When the dust begins to rise,
You better move your feet.
But there’s a woman dressed in white,
Red burning at her side.
She hears the warning bells begin…
Her lips curve into a smile.
(Violin suddenly accelerates)
(Mariachi trumpets blast)
(Drums kick)
(Verse 1)
Morning breaks on ancient stone,
As restless souls sound.
Fire stampedes through her veins
As thunder shakes the ground.
The flames lick at her feet,
Fueled by the people’s cries.
The whole town runs the street—
She looks the bull straight in the eye.
(Pre-Chorus - building)
Obsidian for instinct,
Carnelian for flame.
Her blood runs ancient,
Yet never runs the same.
Some were born for shelter.
Some were born to hide.
She was born with thunder in her heart,
And lightning in her eyes.
(Trumpet blast)
(Chorus - big and fast)
Grab life by the horns,
Or do you grab it by the balls?
Just make sure you got a handful—
When you risk it all.
The closer that the thunder gets,
The more she comes alive.
Some hearts were made for safety…
Hers was made to survive.
(Rapid violin break)
(Handclaps and stomps)
(Verse 2)
You may call a woman reckless,
But don’t you call her a bitch.
You’ll find yourself in a hot mess…
Or you’ll wind up in the ditch.
She ain’t looking for trouble,
But she won’t step aside.
If you’re dumb enough to test her…
Well, enjoy the fucking ride.
(Instrumental showdown)
(Violins race)
(Mariachi trumpets answer)
(Boot stomps and handclaps build)
(Crowd shouts)
¡CORRE! ¡CORRE!
Don’t you see those horns?!
(Female spoken)
Honey, I’ve handled worse.
(Crowd shouts)
¡CORRE! ¡CORRE!
Girl, get out the way!
(Female spoken)
I didn’t come this far…
(Music stops)
To play it fucking safe.
(Trumpets blast)
(Rapid violin)
(Bridge - playful)
Her mother was real fast,
Her abuela was too.
Think you can catch her ass?
Nah, I’m just bullshittin’ you.
(Heartbeat breakdown)
(Boot stomps)
Sweet talking can’t buy you time
When the bull is coming for you.
So when those gates swing open wide,
Go give that devil his due.
(Mariachi trumpets blast)
(Rapid violin)
(Drums build)
(Final Chorus - huge)
Grab life by the horns,
Or grab it by the balls.
Just make sure you got a handful
When you risk it all.
The thunder rolls behind her,
Her pulse begins to rise.
Some people run to save themselves…
She runs to feel alive.
Let the whole damn street shake,
Let ’em hear your battle cry.
If the bulls come running at you…
Look those bastards in the eye.
(Music builds faster)
(Trumpets, violin, stomps and handclaps)
(Outro)
They’re doing the sign of the cross,
Religion can’t save her, nothing will.
She’ll tempt her fate, whatever the cost…
She’s got the heart of a bull.
(Music stops)
(Lone violin holds)
(Silence)
(Female spoken, laughing softly)
¡Olé!
(Mariachi trumpet blast)
(Rapid violin flourish)
(Hard stop)
