Woodbox Gang
Dirty Sponge
Troubles,I know troubles,Troubles are what i know best,Not the kind, that make you a rebeljust the kind that make you depressedConfidential conversations spoken without hesitation,half a decibal above silentlyviolently or quietly,i invite the men sighingly,everyone confides in me.Like a dirty sponge soaking up the misery of the world,i guess someone's gotta wipe that filthy mouth.An ugly sponge heavy full of dirt and ugly wordsand its about, to wring me out.Well i used to have bigger ears and more years to see the tears,and to hear the fears of my fellow man,Now-a-days the opposite, i think most folks are full of shitand find it hard to give a good goddamn.Like a dirty sponge soaking up the misery of the world,i guess someone's gotta wipe that filthy mouth.An ugly sponge heavy full of dirt and ugly wordsLetras de cancionesand its about, to wring me out.Wring me out and get me clean,in a metophorical washing machine,with kerosene, bleach and alcohol.I'm constipated with this hatred,if i was God i would have made it,impossible to speak or hear at all.Like a dirty sponge soaking up the misery of the world,i guess someone's gotta wipe that filthy mouth.An ugly sponge heavy full of dirt and ugly wordsand its about, to wring me out.
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