youtube/watch?v=Okg1UBdyvow Poor soul Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so Poor dunce He pushed back the pigmen The barbs laughed The fool is dead Poor dunce Hes less than within us the Brains talk But the will to live is dead And prayer cant Travel so far these days The talk of your lives Standing so near Two innocent eyes Poor dunce Swings through the tunnels And claws his way Is small life so manic Are these really the days Poor dunce Poor dunce Poor soul Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so He pushed back the pigmen Poor soul Poor soul Read more: David Bowie - A Small Plot Of Land Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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