welcome one, come all to History.
get the 411 on how we came to be.
turn with me onto page 93,
where the lord appeared and he said unto me...
"i'm a kid in a big ol' candy store.
stole my daddy's tools to build a fort.
i might have got a bit carried away."
the world that we call "home" was born that day.

we stood atop his new creation, i...
asked "what now, lord?" he turned to me and smiled.
"big plans just ain't my thing...over-rated, i believe.
let's walk a bit and see what we can see."
a couple kids in a big ol' candy store.
a brave new world there to explore.
paint the whole world red 'neath skies o' blue.
livin' large on history's first afternoon.

"i think i'll name this place 'eden'.
i like the way it rolls right off my tongue.
knelt down and grasped some mud to squeeze it.
mold a woman and a man he called "eve" and "adam".
a couple kids in a big ol' candy store,
turned 'em loose on eachother to make some more.
he said "i hope they don't get too carried away.
ignorance is bliss, wouldn't you say?"

we sat back and watched his fruits of labor,
that slithering snake satan sent to sour.
they tied their mother earth down and raped her,
the last of their sweetness, he devoured.
i said "dear lord! why can't you save them?"
he said "i'm 'fraid i don't know how."
i'm just the architect. not a shrink, nor a priest, nor economist.
i'm a spectator just like you up here in the clouds.
watching kids in a big ol' candy store.
steal their daddy's tools to make some war.
i hope they don't get too carried away.
how long this thing can last, man, who's to say?"

children, are you listening? listen good.
there'll be a test at the end, so i sure would.
your grade on which could damn or save your soul,
so take to heart the words your being told.

god's a kid in a big ol' candy store.
a cheering fan, no less and not much more.
live your life before it gets away.
how long this thing can last, man, who's to say?