New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of May Time has passed for Mrs. 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 throught 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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