Andrew Bird - Something Biblical lyrics

Take your apples from the earth And your fingerlings from the air If you cried when you were born 'Cause it ain't fair You got nothing, nothing to wear And there's a drink that we're all needing A need to weep but we have tried And though the clouds we keep on seeding Still the county remains dry, the county remains dry The county remains dry I see your coat, that it needs sewing And these seeds will sow the corn silk bride But in your absence nothing's growing And still the county remains dry, the county remains dry The county remains dry Well still we keep on dreaming Of that fifty-year flood Of oceans of plasma And rivers of blood Take your apples from the earth And your fingerlings from the air If you cried when you were born 'Cause it ain't fair You got nothing, nothing to wear