When the world ceases to turn
Lay me down with the fungus and ferns
And when I die the world will cry
I'll be a feast for flies and worms
When the moon ceases to glow
Lay me down in a deep dark hole
Spread my ashes on people passing
They'll look up and think it's snow
When the wind ceases to blow
Lay me down real nice and slow
Peace and quiet is hard to come by in the middle of a tornado
When the truth spills on the floor
Be the same as it was before
Paid my dues to just a few
They got it all and they still want more
When the mountain turns into dust
Lay me down in a bullet proof tub
Place a candle on the mantle
Leave some bullets in that old shot gun
When the stream ceases to flow
Lay me down where the daises grow
At my wake I'll be dressed in naked
Checked the dresser but my good suits taken
When the sun ceases to shine
Lay me down neath the pinyon pine
Through the valleys and narrow alleys
I was looking all around for a girl named sally
When the stone crumbles to sand
Lay me down with your own two hands
Hold me close but as a ghost
I don't belong here in this land
We stood at the edge of the world
And wondered as it fell
This must be the end of the world
But we can hardly tell
If this is the end of the world
Then there's nothing we can do
And it really is the end of the world
Or at least of the one we knew