Donny McCaslin - A Small Plot of Land lyrics
[Donny McCaslin - A Small Plot of Land lyrics]
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
Poor soul poor soul
Poor soul
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
Poor soul poor soul
Poor soul
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