Bang the small rocks on the big ones 'Till the small ones are sharp and clean Catch something, kill something New blade cuts real keen
And then the grass grows up to cover up the fire pit and the forge Half a world away from the Olduvai gorge
Chew these roots for a toothache Chew these ones for atmosphere Dream the pleasant dreams that people dream When they grow up down here
And then the grass grows up to cover up the fire pit and the forge Half a world away from the Olduvai gorge
Take care of the old man See if he's in pain Have somebody stay with him Comfort him when he complains
Keep to ourselves mostly Few friends and fewer closer friends Lead a long life if you're lucky Hope it never ends
And then the grass grows up to cover up the fire pit and the forge Half a world away from the Olduvai gorgeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
