The Rabbit Skinner

Lyrics

Who'll do for him Child of the 50's With no common sense And no easy resting place Only lichen on beeches Oil on gun barrel And the hard taste of pennies A gardener's folly Stands as proud as you please The lungs won't fill, the heart won't start Landlocked child of the seas And he alone is a man without qualities Combed his body for disorders But the disease lived on in far off quarters As a God everything was filled to excess As a man he settled for less Here lies the rabbit skinner God love the rabbit skinner A life without purchase No story to tell And three little bitches fight where he fell Foxes, foxes, give her a sign Enter the little girl and show her what's mine Play hard and fast with the rules if you please Here lies a man without qualities