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...