The Rabbit Skinner Lyrics - Manafon - David Sylvian

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 bitches 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