Spun
Spun
And spent
As good as you got
As gone as you went

Once you've spun off course
Like that
It's a matter of allowance
Why you'd ever come back
What's in the skin
Stretched to the limit and all that sinks in
Crushes the stuff that's underneath it
Before you think you've even begun
You're spun
The ravel of your world
Is become undone
And you're spent
As good as you got
As gone as you went

Have you ears been ravaged by the TV wars
And all the news you're fed about the dead?
You've tattooed up your sensitive pores
And you're dizzy from the dance
Of the day-to-day upheaval
You're well spun out from this postmodern medieval
Spun
You didn't even know you were one