Had a dream You and me and the war of the end-times ♪ And I believe California succumbed to the fault line We heaved relief As scores of innocents died And the Andalusian tribes ♪ Setting the lay of Nebraska alight 'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels
Hetty Green Queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab You know what I mean On the road It's well advised that you follow your own bag
In the year of the chewable Ambien tab And the Panamanian child
Stands at the Dowager Empress's side And all that remain is the arms of the angels And all that remain is the arms of the angels ♪ And you've receded into loam ♪ And they're picking at your bones We'll come home ♪ We'll come home ♪ Quiet now Will we gather to conjure the rain down? ♪ Will we now Build a civilization below ground? And I'll be crowned the community kick-it-around And the Andalusian tribes Setting the lay of Nebraska alight 'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels 'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels