The Mountain Goats - The Plague lyrics

There will be blue skies above The green and verdant plain Churns will swell with fresh bu*ter There will be an abundance of sweet grain And we will rise, from our sleep We won't have time to choose what things we'll keep And rivers will all Turn to blood Frogs will fall From the sky And the plague will rage Through the countryside La la la la La la la la La la la La la la La la la There will be cotton clouds above The fields as white as cream There will be loud singing in the churches As we all come out to take one for the team And all our great schemes and plans Will slip like fishes from our hands And rivers will all Turn to blood Frogs will fall From the sky And the plague will cover With its anger La la la la La la la la La la la La la la La la la Hey