Dumptruck Lyrics

New York City soothing
My itchy itchy month of May
Time has passed for Ms. Onassis
Decay on display

I don't wanna go down
I don't wanna go down
I don't wanna go down like she did

And I can't understand why
Something good's gotta 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 wanna feel
I just don't wanna feel
I just don't wanna feel like they feel

Hollow body for sound
Trade my coat for a gown
Now 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
Anythin', for anythin'
And endin' up with nothin'

Simple pimpled young man
Sores all over his hands
He's sleepin', not so silently

I'll mop the floors for you all
I'm a fly on the wall
Really big and listenin'

Burned a hand of a friend of mine
And now Bub I know
That you could fly a mile high
You told me nothing's ever gonna come between

And nothing's ever gonna come between
Nothing's ever gonna come between
My dump truck and me

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