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, it is a sponge And when the crisis pa*ses 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, 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, it is a sponge World, world, world, world, it is a sponge