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  • 作词 : Cave
    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
    (repeat)
  • 作词 : Cave
    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
    (repeat)