Lyrics
Who'll do for him
Child of the fifties
With no common sense
No easy resting place
Only lichen on beaches
Oil on gun barrel
And the hard taste of pennies
A God in his folly
Stands as proud as you please
The lungs won't full the heart won't start
Bad luck 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 *****es fight where he fell
Foxes foxes give her a sign
And tell 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
Child of the fifties
With no common sense
No easy resting place
Only lichen on beaches
Oil on gun barrel
And the hard taste of pennies
A God in his folly
Stands as proud as you please
The lungs won't full the heart won't start
Bad luck 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 *****es fight where he fell
Foxes foxes give her a sign
And tell 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