McGreggor letra

There was lying at the table, crying on the stairs
A raven on the gable 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 endeavour and devotion like the prow of a ship

Ah ooh, rest in your bed
Ooh ooh, 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 'em waiting, they're shaking hands

With the prodigal and pompous who knew the man
Father figures and motherf*ckers who knew the man
God's torment at the party as if god knew the man

Ah ooh, rest in your bed
Ooh ooh, McGreggor's dead

Recall his lies
Pick up the pen
Record his reign
For the bitch who bore him is in heat again