Woodbox Gang - Dirty Sponge Ukulele

Band: Woodbox Gang


Dirty Sponge

VERSE 1
Am                       D                        Am
Troubles, I know troubles, troubles are what I know best
Am                                          D                    Am
Not the kind that make you a rebel, just the kind that make you depressed
Am                                                D                      Am
Confidential conversation spoken without hesitation half a decibel above silently
Am                                             D                   Am
Violently or quietly I invite them in sighingly, everyone confides in me

CHORUS
      G         G            D   
Like a dirty sponge soaking up the misery of the world
       G                               G
I guess someone's got to wipe their filthy mouth
     G       G             Am
An ugly sponge, heavy, full of dirt and ugly words
Am             E         Am
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 sh*t
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