The Rabbit Skinner - David Sylvian

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