He certainly did earn that reputation.
Something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good tonight
Make me forget about you for now
Get high, hit the floor before you go
Matador, estocada, you're my blood sport
But something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good tonight
Make me forget about you for now
Forty-eight thousand seats
Bleats and roars for my memories of you
Now that I'm fully clean
The matador is no more, he's dragged from view
Get high, hit the floor before you go
Matador, estocada, you're my blood sport
Forty-eight thousand seats
Bleats and roars for my memories of you
Now that I'm fully clean
The matador is no more, he's dragged from view
But something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good tonight
Make me forget about you for now
Oh, something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good tonight
Make me forget about you for now
Get high, hit the floor before you go
Matador, estocada, you're my blood sport
But something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good tonight
Make me forget about you for now
Forty-eight thousand seats
Bleats and roars for my memories of you
Now that I'm fully clean
The matador is no more, he's dragged from view
Get high, hit the floor before you go
Matador, estocada, you're my blood sport
Forty-eight thousand seats
Bleats and roars for my memories of you
Now that I'm fully clean
The matador is no more, he's dragged from view
But something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good tonight
Make me forget about you for now
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Something Good Lyrics as written by Gwilym David Dylan Sainsbury Augustus Figaro Niso Unger-hamilton
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Because the crowd generally cheers for the matador to win and the bull (the narrator) is more a victim, "Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you" the crowd would be the effort and determination to keep that relationship alive and the bleats which I assume come from the bull would be the strain the relationship has put on him.
"Now that I'm fully clean the matador is no more and is dragged from view" makes me believe that the relationship failed with the "clean" relating the the high of being in love I mentioned earlier.
The narrator is the bull, but killing the Matador is not really a victory because it was only done for his survival. The main line "Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now" is more the narrator trying to find distraction in the aftermath of losing that love.