one two ready go 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 streets yes the world it is a sponge the world and when the crisis passes when the coast is clear i ll be buffed down to a liquid and the world it is a sponge the world it is a sponge the world 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 it is a sponge the world it is a sponge the world it is a sponge