New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of May Time has passed for Ms. Onassis, decay on display I don´t want to go down I don´t want to go down I don´t want to go down - like she did
And I can´t understand why something good´s got to die before we miss it Mumbled talk through pigeon park And Hastings is wasting away religiously they seem to sin Buy, sell or trade for amens I just don´t want to feel I just don´t want to feel I just don´t want to feel - like they feel Hollow body for sound, trade a coat for a gown Way up in my arms you know I love you just a little bit more Raisin´ nose down to chin Smoke after smoke they all trickle in Anything, for anything, and ending up with nothing Simple pimpled young man Sores all over his hands
He´s sleeping, not so silently I´ll mop the floors for you all I´m a fly on the wall Really big and listening Burned a hand of a friend of mine And Bub I know that you could fly a mile high You told me nothing´s ever gonna come between Nothing´s ever gonna come between Nothing´s ever gonna come between My dumptruck and me
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