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 motherfuckers 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