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