Written by Sködt McNalty & Tara Rice

This winding road
Has left us cold
No regard for self
Since 13 turned to 12

Only spin
We get only spin

These thoughts will not Believe your “Once upon a time…”
They will not hold Your prime time lullaby

Or your spin
We get only spin

We’re talking Biblical proportions here
Ipso facto
Some say…
I’m unclear, who’s the terrorist here?
We’re talking to Agent Orange today
Maybe he’ll melt our fears away?
Let’s hum the anthem and pray

We get only Spin