歌词
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 lives
Standing so near
Two 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
He pushed back the pigmen
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
专辑信息
3.Sunday
6.Outside
9.Cactus
13.Survive
14.Slip Away
18.Slow Burn
22.Seven
23.Afraid
26.Telling Lies
30.Days
33.The Motel
40.No Control
45.Reality
49.The Dreamers
59.We Prick You
61.I'm Deranged
65.Get Real