Letras de 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
Is gone

Well, the good son walks into the field
He is a tiller, he has a tiller′s hands
But deep down in his heart now
He's laying down queer plans
Against his brother, against his family
And he worships his mother
And he worships his brother
But it′s his father he sees
As an unfair man

The good son
The good son
The good son

Well, the good son has sat now
And he's often wept
Beneath the malign star
By which the good son's kept
And the night time
In which he is wracked
Speaks to good son
But he speaks also evil
And he calls to his mother
And he calls to his father
But they are dead
In the shadow of his brother′s truancy

The good son
The good son
The good son

Well, the good son
Well, the good son
You′re a good son
And he curses his father
And he curses his mother
And he curses his virtue
Like an unclean thing

The good son
Well, 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 is gone
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone