Calamity Song

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)