[Verse 1]
There will be blue skies
Above the green and verdant plain
Churns will swell with fresh butter
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
And rivers will all turn to blood
Frogs will fall from the sky
And the plague will cover the country with its anger
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Hey, hey, hey
(Hey, hey, hey...)
[Outro]
Hi, we're The Mountain Goats
You know? The Mountain Goats, man
The fuckin', you know what I'm talkin' about
The Mountain Goats, the plague, wasn't it the plague (I remember, I remember now)
The plague, there been, this is not the first plague, no
People like me have been singing about plagues for a long time
We like, we like the plague
We think often people don't talk about the good parts of the plague, you know?
The good parts, remember two months ago when people were talking about it was like nice to have more time at home and shit?
This is uh, this is called "Aulon Raid"