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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 topical 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 and the girl next door.

I think it’s spinning for mine, you think it’s spinning for yours.
It’s spinning for sure, but if it’s spinning for neither,
Than really can either of us be sure just what it’s spinning for?

Oh yeah, it’s just the world trying to be something;
Another Byzantine or Palestinian,
But with original spin, my friend.
An unoriginal sin (ph look, I’m sinning again),
Just with a bottle of gin and my baby cakes.

I think it’s spinning for mine, you think it’s spinning for yours.
It’s spinning for sure, but if it’s spinning for neither.
Than really can either of us be sure just what it’s spinning for?

Oh yeah, it’s just the world – all it is.
A little place in outer space on a trip.
It’s just the world, where you’re swimming or sinking;
Making a bed, laying in it – never to stop and think,
“It might be spinning for providence.”
Really, it ain’t. No really it ain’t.
I know it’s nice to say.

I think it’s spinning for mine, you think it’s spinning for yours.
It’s spinning for sure, I think it’s spinning for fun, fa-fa-fa-fun.
It must be fun to make ol’ mother earth shake!

It’s just the world…