Tytuł: A Small Plot Of Land

• Wykonawca: David Bowie
• Wyświetleń: 375

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
  He's less than within us
  The brains talk
  But the will to live is dead
  And prayer can't travel
  so far
  these days
  The talk of your life
  Standing so near
  To innocent eyes
  Poor dunce
  
  Swings thru the tunnels
  And claws his way
  Is small life so manic
  Are these really the days
  Poor dunce
  Poor dunce
  
  [VERSE]
  
  Poor soul
  Poor soul
  Poor soul