Oohhhh 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, Ohhh rest in your bed Oooohhh, McGreggor's dead The kids were in the kitchen Carving up the will where/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 Ooohhh, rest in your bed Ooohhh, McGreggor's dead Recall his lies Pick up the pen Record his reign For the bitch that bore him Is in heat again Ooohhh