Mother of Invention Songtext
von The Trishas

Make something out of nothing
Temporary restoration
An original creation,
A deadringer for the real thing
High, wide and handsome
Taking pennies from a jar
In interesting conditons, you discover who you really are
Who you really are
Turn an old wagon wheel into a chandelier hanging from a ceiling
Move the mirror from the chifforobe into the hall where it′s more appealing
It's the lack of creature comforts that make you pay a little bit more attention
Yes indeed, mecessity is the mother of invention
Yes indeed, necessity is the mother of invention
Conjure up a mannerism Like planting flowers in the tires
Jump off the bandwagon
Tendencies that only you′d admire
It's the best of indecisions
When you have to re-create
It's the worst of an visions
When there′s chances that you don′t take
That you don't take
Turn an old wagon wheel into a chandelier hanging from a ceiling
Move the mirror from the chifforobe into the hall where it′s more appealing
It's the lack of creature comforts that make you pay a little bit more attention
Yes indeed, mecessity is the mother of invention
Yes indeed, necessity is the mother of invention


Turn an old wagon wheel into a chandelier hanging from a ceiling
Move the mirror from the chifforobe into the hall where it′s more appealing
It's the lack of creature comforts that make you pay a little bit more attention
Yes indeed, mecessity is the mother of invention
Yes indeed, necessity is the mother of invention
Yes indeed, necessity is the mother of invention