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 angel

Petty green

Queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab
If you know what I mean
On the road

It's well-advised to follow your own path
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 angel

And all that remains is the arms of the angels

And you've receded into loam

And they're picking at your bones
Will call cold
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 kicked it around

And the Andalusian tribes

Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
'Til all that remains is the arms of the angel
'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels