| Song | The Mother of the World |
| Artist | Swans |
| Album | We Rose From Your Bed With The Sun In Our Head |
| In and out and in and out again | |
| In and out and in and out again | |
| And where are you now | |
| O Mother of the world | |
| Ah we feed from your hands | |
| and we drink from your filth and your oil | |
| So send them down | |
| to scrape and suck the soil | |
| Keep us safe inside | |
| your damp and rusty coil | |
| In and out and in and out again | |
| In and out and in and out again | |
| Mother sun | |
| Mother of senseless things | |
| Mother come | |
| Kill time as it begins |