Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

Troubles, I know troubles, troubles are what I know best

Not the kind that make you a rebel, just the kind that make you depressed

Confidential conversation spoken without hesitation half a decibel above silently

Violently or quietly I invite them in sighingly, everyone confides in me

Chorus

 Like a dirty sponge soaking up the misery of the world

 I guess someone's got to wipe their filthy mouth

 An ugly sponge, heavy, full of dirt and ugly words

And it's about to wring me out

Verse 2

I used to have bigger ears and more years to see the tears

And to hear the fears of my fellow man

Now it is the opposite, I think those folks are full of shit

And I find it hard to give a good goddamn

Verse 3

Wring me out and get me clean in a metaphorical washing machine

Kerosene, bleach, and alcohol

I'm constipated with this hatred and if I was God I would have made it

Impossible to speak or hear at all