歌词
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
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