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There was lying at the table, crying on the stairs |
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A raven on the gable singing "Jesus doesn't care" |
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A women at the window, with her hands on her hips |
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Staring out across the ocean like the prow of a ship |
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No blinking or emotion like the prow of a ship |
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Just endeavour and devotion like the prow of a ship |
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Ahh Ooooh |
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Rest in your bed |
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Ooooh Oooh |
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McGreggor's dead |
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The kids are in the kitchen, carving up the will |
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While the long line of limousines snake down the hill |
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They'll keep them waiting, they're shaking hands |
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With the prodigal and pompous who knew the man |
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Father figures and mother ****ers who knew the man |
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God's torment at the party as if God knew the man |
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Ahh Ooooh |
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Rest in your bed |
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Ooooh Oooh |
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McGreggor's dead |
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Recall his lies |
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Pick up the pen |
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Record his reign |
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For the bitch who bore him is in heat again. |
