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  • 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
  • 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