Songtexte Pity the Plight Score (original score) - Plan B
                                                Picture 
                                                the 
                                                face 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                fellows
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                long 
                                                    a 
                                                bed 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                their 
                                                complex 
                                                romantic 
                                                attachments
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                look 
                                                on 
                                                their 
                                                sorrows 
                                                and 
                                                weep
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                dont 
                                                get 
                                                    a 
                                                moments 
                                                reflection
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                always 
                                                    a 
                                                crowd 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pity 
                                                the 
                                                plight 
                                                of 
                                                young 
                                                fellows
 
                                    
                                
                                                Regard 
                                                all 
                                                their 
                                                worries 
                                                and 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                crusty 
                                                young 
                                                mothers 
                                                were 
                                                lazy 
                                                perhaps
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leaving 
                                                it 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                school
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                moral 
                                                perspective 
                                                is 
                                                hazy 
                                                perhaps
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                climate; 
                                                oppressively 
                                                cool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Give 
                                                me 
                                                one 
                                                acre 
                                                of 
                                                cellos
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Your Mother Was a Prostitute (original score)
2 My Boy's a Mad Boy Y'know (original score)
3 Michelle (original score)
4 Bullet in His Head (original score)
5 Did You Just Call Me a Cunt? (original score)
6 See, It Didn't Kill Me Did It? (original score)
7 Pity the Plight Score (original score)
8 Hope in Hell (original score)
9 Waiting for the Sun Score (original score)
10 What's That? It's a Baby (Original Score)
11 Pity the Fate Score (original score)
12 Altered Score (original score)
13 Ed Woz Ere (original score)
14 I Have Always Loved You (original score)
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.
                 
                                                         
                                                         
                                                         
                                                         
                                                         
                                                         
                                                         
                                                        