Sponge

Pleasure is melting like chocolate

My blue ribbon gumption is gone

All my gravy must have soaked into something

And the world



The filthy steps, the cold concrete

The phony earth below my feet

The ancient odor of the street

Yes the world, world, world it is a sponge

Yes the world, world, world, world, world it is a sponge



And when the crisis passes

When the coast is clear

I'll be buffed down to a liquid

And the world, world, world it is a sponge

Yes the world, world, world, world, world it is a sponge

Yes the world, world, world, world, world it is a sponge



Throughout this entire ugly outing

I've been mumbling the convex of what I should be shouting

But I'll soon be silent you'll soon hear nothing

'cause the world, world it is a sponge

The world, world, world, world, world it is a sponge

The world, world, world, world, world it is a sponge