Poor soul Spit upon that poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so Poor dunce He pushed at 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 through the tunnels and claws his way Is small life so many? Are these really the days? Poor dunce Poor dunce Poor soul Spit upon that poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so He pushed at the pigmen No life No life No life Poor soul Poor soul Poor soul Poor soul
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