How will it end?
With the last bee's dying breath?
When there's nothing left in the hive?
With the last woman desperately seeking
The last man alive?
With the last bee's dying breath?
When there's nothing left in the hive?
With the last woman desperately seeking
The last man alive?
With a spot of atom splitting
(Weather permitting)
On the shores of Hinckley Point?
Or a meteorite in the middle of the night
Knocking the earth out of joint?
(Weather permitting)
On the shores of Hinckley Point?
Or a meteorite in the middle of the night
Knocking the earth out of joint?
Or maybe a war we're too well prepared for,
The victor's the first to the button,
Or will one half starve while the other laughs
And feeds the planet-sized glutton?
The victor's the first to the button,
Or will one half starve while the other laughs
And feeds the planet-sized glutton?
Fire? Flood? Tornado? Mud?
Will the ground open up and swallow us?
Whatever we find, I hope the next in line
Don't decide to follow us.
Will the ground open up and swallow us?
Whatever we find, I hope the next in line
Don't decide to follow us.
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