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 b**hes 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