[00:00.22]Horns of a Bull - Fiona Apple
[00:01.59]Lyrics by：Fiona Apple
[00:02.49]Composed by：Fiona Apple
[00:03.43]Produced by：Amy Aileen Wood/Fiona Apple
[00:08.06]I pay attention to the men behind the curtain
[00:12.51]I was born in the horns of a bull
[00:15.88]I know the patter who it serves and who it's hurting
[00:20.45]And raised in the image of a wool puller
[00:28.08]My daddy put my crib under Damocles' sword
[00:31.70]My daddy put my crib under Damocles' sword
[00:35.32]My daddy put my crib under Damocles' sword
[00:38.97]I saw the bull and became a toreador-rah
[00:42.32]And no qualification can make you immune
[00:46.72]To the things I can do if I'm doing them to you
[00:50.25]But I can't relax I can never relax
[00:53.79]And I'm beginning to ask myself
[00:59.64]What am I still doing here now?
[01:03.51]Who's the one I'm gonna make proud?
[01:06.66]And is it too late for it to be me?
[01:10.42]Is it too late for it to be me?
[01:13.72]Is it too late for it to be me?
[01:16.72]Is it too late to be me?
[01:24.38]I pay attention to the men behind the curtain
[01:30.57]I was born in the horns of a bull