Letra de mcgreggor
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 shipRest in your bed Mcgreggor's deadThe kids were in the kitchen Carving up the will When the long line of limousines Snaked down the hill The vicar waiting And shaking hands With the prodigal and pompous Who knew the man Father figures and motherfuckers Who knew the man God's doorman at the party As if god knew the manRest in your bed Mcgreggor's deadRecall his lies Pick up the pen Record his reign For the bitch that bore him Is in heat again