A Small Plot Of Land (Live at the Shakespeare Festival, New York, 18th September, 1995) - David Bowie

Lyrics by：Brian Eno/David Bowie/Erdal Kizilcay/Michael Garson/Reeves Gabrels/Sterling Campbell

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 more than within us

The brains talk

But the will to live is dead

And pray can't travel so far these days

Is real love your life

Standing so near

To innocent eyes

Poor dunce

Swings through the tunnels

And claws his way

Is small life so manic

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