Original Spin - Mother Mother

It’s just the world

That’s all it is

Toppling through outer space on a trip

It’s just the world

Big and round, now isn’t it

Some kind of tropical fish

In a tropical storm

We dig a blade in the rib cage

Of an ice age

And we twist until it’s warm

You know it’s just the world (It was only Rome)

Trying to be something with an original spin

An unoriginal sin (I've sinned before)

Just with a bottle of gin (oh no)

And the girl next door

I think it’s spinnin' for mine

You think it’s spinnin' for yours

It’s spinnin' for sure

But if it’s spinnin' for neither

Than really can either

Of us be sure

Just what it’s spinnin' for

Oh yeah it’s just the world

Trying to be somethin'

Another Byzantine, or Palestinian

But with original spin (my friend)

And an original sin (oh look I’m sinning again)

Another bottle of gin (aha)

And my baby cakes

I think it’s spinnin' for mine

You think it’s spinnin' for yours

It’s spinnin' for sure

But if it’s spinnin' for neither

Than really can either

Of us be sure

Just what it’s spinnin' for

Oh yeah it’s just the world

(oh yeah~)

A little place in outer space on a trip

It’s just the world

Where you’re swimming or sinking

Makin' a bed

Layin' in it

Never to stop and think

«It might be spinnin' for Providence»

Really it ain’t

No really it ain’t

I know it’s nice to say

I think it’s spinnin' for mine

You think it’s spinnin' for yours

It’s spinnin' for sure

I think its spinnin' for fun, fa- fa- fa- fun

It must be fun to make ol' mother earth shake

It’s just the world (x4)