Текст (слова) песни: David Bowie - A Small Plot Of Land
VERSE 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
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