There was lying at the table
Crying on the stairs
A raven on the gables singing
'Jesus doesn't care'
A woman 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 endeavor and devotion
Like the prow of a ship,
Oh rest in your bed
Oh, McGreggor's dead
The kids were in the kitchen
Carving up the will
When the long line of limousines
Snake down the hill
They think they're winning
And shaking hands with the prodigal
And pompous who knew the man
Father figures and motherfuckers
Who knew the man
God's torment at the party
As if God knew the man
Oh, rest in your bed
Oh, McGreggor's dead
Recall his lies
Pick up the pen
Record his reign
For the bitch that bore him
Is in heat again
Oh
Ooh There was lying at the table Crying on the stairs A raven on the gables singing 'Jesus doesn't care' A woman 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 endeavor and devotion Like the prow of a ship, Oh rest in your bed Oh, McGreggor's dead The kids were in the kitchen Carving up the will When the long line of limousines Snake down the hill They think they're winning And shaking hands with the prodigal And pompous who knew the man Father figures and motherfuckers Who knew the man God's torment at the party As if God knew the man Oh, rest in your bed Oh, McGreggor's dead Recall his lies Pick up the pen Record his reign For the bitch that bore him Is in heat again Oh Explain Request ×
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