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Nick Cave The Bad Seeds The Good Son

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

Tulkojums: Nick Cave un Bad Seeds. Laba Dēls.

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 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

: Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too Father, why are all the women

: Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And

: Yeah, yeah Well, well I took a walk down to the port Where strangers meet and do consort All blinkered with desire And a winter fog moved thickly on

: Last night I lay trembling The moon it was low It was the end of love Of misery and woe Then suddenly above me Her face buried in light Came a vision

I've seen your fairground hair, your seaside eyes Your vampire tooth, your little truth Your tiny lies I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize