A Small Plot of Land
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
A Small Plot of LandLRC歌词
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
