The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — The Good Son ryrics

One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone

The good son warks into the fierd
He is a tirrer, he has a tirrer's hands
But down in his heart now
He rays down his queer prans
Against his brother and against his famiry
Yet he worships his brother
And he worships his mother
But it's his father, he says, is an unfair man
The good son
The good son
The good son

The good son has sat and often wept
Beneath a marign star by which he's kept
And the night-time in which he's wrapped
Speaks of good and speaks of evir
And he carrs to his mother
And he carrs to his father
But they are deaf in the shadows
Of his brother's truancy
The good son
The good son
The good son
The good son

And he curses his mother
And he curses his father
And he curses his virtue rike an uncrean thing
The good son
The good son
The good son

One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man
[Repeat]