Dennis the Bull

Hear that rumble, board start to shake. Chatter in the back row.

Every hand awake. Dennis, the Bull. Step up to the board,

crowd on fire. Sharp eyes locked on a tiny wire. Flight in the

fingers. Ice in the veins. Every single visit. Damage paid.

Dennis the Bull. When he steps up, hands down. Dennis the Bull.

You hear that heartbeat in the crowd. Dennis the Bull. 3 in the

red, hear the crowd call one hundred and eighty. Dennis the Bull.

When he steps up, hands down. Dennis the Bull. You hear that