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
