The Good Son

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

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

The good son walks into the field
 He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands
 But down in his heart now
 He lays down his queer plans
 Against his brother and against his family
 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 malign star by which he's kept
 And the night-time in which he's wrapped
 Speaks of good and speaks of evil
 And he calls to his mother
 And he calls 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 like an unclean 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