A Good Man
If there's a good man in you, you killed him today
You took him out for a drink then you put him in his grave
You drove him outside of town far away from his house
So when the bullet rang out no one else heard a sound
If there's a good man in you, he's dead in the dirt
But he'll be survived by the people you hurt
And they'll gather in masses, for him they will mourn
A prodigal son from the day you were born
Oh what have you become?
Oh you were your mother's son
Oh this world is cruel, I know
Oh I wish it spared you
In with a cry and out with a gun
If there's a good man in you, you killed him again
You poisoned the well of someone you called a friend
I think you'd rather they hate you but I don't think they do
They're just sad you keep killing the good man in you
Oh what have you become?
Oh you were your mother's son
Oh this world is cruel, I know
Oh I wish it spared you
In with a cry and out with a gun
God as my witness I hate to see you this way
And I believe in forgiveness but I don't know if people can change
You tell me
You tell me
Oh what have you become?
Oh you were your mother's son
Oh this world is cruel, I know
Oh I wish it spared you
In with a cry and out with a gun
You took him out for a drink then you put him in his grave
You drove him outside of town far away from his house
So when the bullet rang out no one else heard a sound
If there's a good man in you, he's dead in the dirt
But he'll be survived by the people you hurt
And they'll gather in masses, for him they will mourn
A prodigal son from the day you were born
Oh what have you become?
Oh you were your mother's son
Oh this world is cruel, I know
Oh I wish it spared you
In with a cry and out with a gun
If there's a good man in you, you killed him again
You poisoned the well of someone you called a friend
I think you'd rather they hate you but I don't think they do
They're just sad you keep killing the good man in you
Oh what have you become?
Oh you were your mother's son
Oh this world is cruel, I know
Oh I wish it spared you
In with a cry and out with a gun
God as my witness I hate to see you this way
And I believe in forgiveness but I don't know if people can change
You tell me
You tell me
Oh what have you become?
Oh you were your mother's son
Oh this world is cruel, I know
Oh I wish it spared you
In with a cry and out with a gun
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Writer(s): Grace Baldridge
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