Testo di 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 odour 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