A Small Plot of Land

[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