Letra de The Rabbit Skinner
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 penniesA 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 qualitiesCombed his body for disorders But the disease lived on in far off quartersAs a God everything was filled to excess As a man he settled for lessHere lies the rabbit skinner God love the rabbit skinnerA 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 minePlay hard and fast with the rules if you please Here lies a man without qualities