Lyrics

And so we're agreed
All the kids run free
Coming up for air
And try to carry on
I should have been
A better son

Years past her best
Clutching a pillow to her breast
Old man Richard
Took a bag and was gone
I could have been
A better son

Hard times shit bag, now it's over
Stayed away too long, should have shown her

When she needed me
I was nowhere to be seen
Moved to the city
I took the money and I run
I should have been
A better son

She would take no charity
Had lost all clarity
Lost her faith in Jesus
Nothing could be done
How could I've been
A better son?

Hard times shit bag, now it's over
Stayed away too long, should have shown her
My my too bad, can't be too sure
When it all went wrong, shouldn't let it get that far

Sitting in a bar
When I spied from afar
Old man Richard
He was laughing having fun
I could have been
A better son

And as he passed me by
I smashed a bottle through his eye
He fell down dead
As I began to run
How could I've been
A better son?

Hard times shit bag, now it's over
Stayed away too long, should have shown her
My my too bad, can't be too sure
When it all went wrong, shouldn't let it get that far