Hot Hot Heat - Matador At The Door Lyrics






Knock Knockin, who's there?
Matado at the door; knocking till midnight.
Sell his soul to hell, he lost the bull fight.
Nothing's okay; everything's no-kay?
Between the matador and his wife.
He's still knocking until the early morning.





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  1. J.... D....

    Scenes One Through Thirteen make me crave buying a Juno-6. Shit fucking screams.

  2. O.... C....

    this is awesome, miss ya Matty =/

  3. E.... L....

    They sold out thats why they suck and thats the answer to all your questions

  4. M.... C....

    what the fuck is wrong with steve bays head, looks like it's held on a piece of fucking string

  5. b.... b....

    god i wish this lineup was still hhh.

  6. S.... R....

    hardcore vox crazy synths angry drums way better than new hhh with pop sensiblities

  7. J.... R....

    Now, they are just a random indie band.

    but THIS RULE!

  8. C.... ....

    I think their new stuff is great! They are an amazing band and I'm a new fan, started listening with Elevator, and everything I hear from them blows me away....as a musician and a music fan.
    Funny thing, I stopped buying music when Metallica started sucking, these guys and the Killers and Franz Ferdinand gave me back my lust for music.

  9. O.... ....

    looove both..this...make up the breakdown..elevator....eeeeee

  10. J.... N....

    me too :\.