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[Intro] (The sound of a slow, echoing drip... drip... drip... followed by a deep, bubbling bass groove) [Verse 1] I’m made of the things that you wash away, The grease and the grime and the city’s decay. I live in the tunnel, I live in the wet, The most un-huggable creature you’ve met. I’ve got eyes made of oil and a heart made of peat, I’m the king of the muck underneath of your feet. But I’m tired of talking to rats and the rust, And watching the world turn my dreams into dust. [Pre-Chorus] (Slide guitar wails like a lonely ghost) I tried to wave to a girl through the grate, But she ran for her life from my bubbling state. I shouted "Hello!" with a gurgle and hiss, But a hug from a sludge-man is something they miss. [Chorus] (The music gets heavier, "gooier" and more soulful) Oh, Sludgearias! I’m a lonely old soul, Just a pile of goop in a deep, dark hole. I’m stinking like sulfur and looking like tar, But I’m wishing for love on a manhole star. I don't want your money, I don't want your gold, I just want a hand that is willing to hold! [Verse 2] I found an old boot and I gave it a name, But talking to leather is never the same. I’ve got a collection of lost wedding rings, But I’d trade them all for the comfort it brings— To sit in the park in the light of the sun, And not have the children all scream and then run. I’m biodegradable, soft, and I’m kind, The sweetest disaster that you’ll ever find. [Bridge] (Music slows down, very sparse) (Spoken in a wet, gurgling voice) "I washed myself with a bar of soap I found... Now I just smell like... lavender garbage. Is that better? ...Anyone?" [Chorus] Oh, Sludgearias! I’m a lonely old soul, Just a pile of goop in a deep, dark hole. I’m stinking like sulfur and looking like tar, But I’m wishing for love on a manhole star. [Outro] (Slow, fading slide guitar) Drip... drip... Maybe tomorrow... Maybe the rain... Will bring me a friend... In the mouth of the drain. (Sound of a heavy bubble popping: GLURP)