Sponge Paroles

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