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 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
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Barbara55805
Well it is called the Calamity Songs....and when we've receded into loam......and the wolf howls ....I think it is pretty clear...nature is casting us out! We'll some of us at least...there is a community below ground?Perhaps The arms of the angels!