You and me, and the war
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 remains 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 remains is the arms of the angels
And all that remains is the arms of the angels
(Ah-ooh)
(Ah-ooh)
(Ah-ooh)
(Ah-ooh)
When 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 remains is the arms of the angels
'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels
(Ah-ooh)
(Ah-ooh)
(Ah-ooh)
(Ah-ooh)
(Ah-ooh)
(Ah-ooh)
(Ah-ooh)
(Ah-ooh)
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