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 (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’ side And all that remain is the arms of the angels And all that remain is the arms of the angels
When you’ve receded into loam And they’re picking at your bones 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 Panamanian child Stands at the dowager empress’ side And all that remain is the arms of the angels And all that remain is the arms of the angels