Lyrics

At Spector's Cove, they gather in lines upon the hill
They close their eyes in wonderment as they read the old man's will
Who will be the victor? To whom will go the spoils?
The old man's empire built upon their filthy blood and oil

Mother, are you here?
Shake my hand and say goodnight
Don't try to bend my ear
Now that the bastard's dressed in white

They knew this day was coming but never soon enough
At Spector's Cove, they reconvene to claim the old man's stuff
A spoiled son, a daughter whore, a widow left in tears
They all waited patiently for way too many years

Mother, are you here?
Shake my hand and say goodnight
Don't try to bend my ear
Now that the bastard's dressed in white

They lined themselves in droves and hoped to get it all
So distant they had all become until the old man's fall
Their greed they had in common had 'em jumping at the bit
But when they read the old man's will, he didn't leave 'em shit

Mother, are you here?
Shake my hand, bitch, say goodbye
Don't try to bend my ear
Now that the bastard's dressed in white