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 greed
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 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 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