It has been said
that a rock might have been the very first weapon.
Not a broken branch
or a sharpened bone.
But a rock, a rock
a rock alone.
This is not deffinately know, for I believe
that a rock might have been the very first gift.
Not a flower, or a tiger tooth,
But a rock, a rock, a rock in truth
A weapon or a gift
an enemy or friend.
How the world begins
is how the world will end
The world will end...
Was there some ancient astronaught
who landed on this earth?
Did he thank this beautiful blue planet
did he let her know her worth?
And did some ancient embryo
watch what the astronaught did?
'Cause the way you treat the old lady
is the lesson, the lesson,
the lesson that you teach the kid
And did that ancient astronaught
just before the lift
grab a souvenir like a weapon?
Or did he recieve it, recieve it,
accept it as a gift?
It has been said
that a rock might have been the very first weapon.
Not a broken branch, a broken branch
or a sharpened bone,
But a rock, a rock
An weapon or a gift,
an enemy a friend
How the world begins
is how the world will end
The world will end...
