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