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


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