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

Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce


Swings thru the tunnels
And claws his way

Is small life so manic
Are these really the days
Poor dunce

Poor dunce

[VERSE]


Poor soul
Poor soul

Poor soul