We Got Back The Plague Lyrics - The Fiery Furnaces

That easy-going man of blood 

Mucking out in the McLennan county mud 

If you're hoping he won't well of course then he must 

Driving his truck through the McLennan county dust 

I read in my book on Sunday afternoon 

So it's easy to think the end's coming soon 

But though sometimes the signs from heaven are vague 

Early November we got back the plague 

While beautiful Laura's sweeping the porch 

He's teleconferencing up his operation torch 

And I don't care if he bombs Babylon to hell 

Except for he's building Babylon here as well 

Waking up in Cedar Rapids asking for allies 

Praising his leeches and looking for likewise 

Down in St. Charles local talent he hawks 

Smirking and sowing the winds as he talks 

In Northern Virginia on their excursions 

L.U.V. in with all their diversions 

Horns for hounds and spurs for horses 

Release the committed 72-hour task forces 

Bentonville and Dallas with gasoline douse 

Then back to Crawford going over to the firehouse 

Behind the curtains not turning much of a trick 

Sicking ourselves to make ourselves sick 

That easy-going man of blood 

Mucking out in the McLennan county mud 

If you're hoping he won't well of course then he must 

Digging us down under the McLennan county dust