Paroles de The Rabbit Skinner
Who'll do for himChild 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 Here lies a man, without qualities
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 Here lies a man, without qualities
Paroles powered by LyricFind
