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…