Calamity Song - The Decemberists

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

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 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