There was lying at the table, crying on the stairs A raven on the gable singing "Jesus doesn't care" A women at the window, with her hands on her hips Staring out across the ocean like the prow of a ship No blinking or emotion like the prow of a ship Just endeavour and devotion like the prow of a ship Ahh Ooooh Rest in your bed Ooooh Oooh McGreggor's dead The kids are in the kitchen, carving up the will While the long line of limousines snake down the hill They'll keep them waiting, they're shaking hands With the prodigal and pompous who knew the man Father figures and mother ******s who knew the man God's torment at the party as if God knew the man Ahh Ooooh Rest in your bed Ooooh Oooh McGreggor's dead Recall his lies Pick up the pen Record his reign For the ***** who bore him is in heat again.
There was lying at the table, crying on the stairs A raven on the gable singing "Jesus doesn't care" A women at the window, with her hands on her hips Staring out across the ocean like the prow of a ship No blinking or emotion like the prow of a ship Just endeavour and devotion like the prow of a ship Ahh Ooooh Rest in your bed Ooooh Oooh McGreggor's dead The kids are in the kitchen, carving up the will While the long line of limousines snake down the hill They'll keep them waiting, they're shaking hands With the prodigal and pompous who knew the man Father figures and mother ******s who knew the man God's torment at the party as if God knew the man Ahh Ooooh Rest in your bed Ooooh Oooh McGreggor's dead Recall his lies Pick up the pen Record his reign For the ***** who bore him is in heat again.
