A Small Plot of Land lyrics

[Verse 1]
Poor soul
Spit upon that poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so

[Verse 2]
Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The Barbs laughed
The fool is dead

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
The talk of your life
Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce

[Verse 5]
Swings through the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days
[Bridge]
Poor dunce
Poor dunce

[Non-Lyrical Vocalizing]

[Verse 1]
Poor soul
Spit upon that poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so

[Non-Lyrical Vocalizing]

[Outro]
People spat upon him
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul