- David Bowie A Small Plot of Land 歌詞
- David Bowie
- 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 Hes less than within us The brains talk But the will to live is dead And prayer cant travel so far these days The talk of your life
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