Everyone in town is either
A surgeon or a bank robber
And everyone looking overseas
Is too busy now to look overseas

With everything that we've been burning
It's a wonder we haven't seen this before
And now the skies are all so yellow
The Kansas wind is blowing it eastward

And we are combing haystacks for invisible needles
We never knew existed
And if we're under fire from the expected
I swear we never saw it coming

The Spaniards must be furious
To namesake something so horrific
But we--we're at least halfway gracious
In hopes it reaches the Kaiser's ducts

There's pudding running through our veins
It makes our blood seep thick and slowly
And Leewenhoek and Koch can't help us
Track down what's freezing up our lungs

And I heard you say that this is not the end
But this is the end
The end

I was staring at the ceiling
I watched the lamp go dim and hazy
I heard you call out for me: "Annie..."
You died with my name caught in your throat

If October is the cruellest month
November might hold some respite
'Cos after everyone's been buried
There's nothing left for it to feed on


Lyrics submitted by Michial

The Pittsburgh Waltz song meanings
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