Blind Melon - Dumptruck Lyrics
New york city soothing my itchy itchy monthOf mayTime has passed for mrs. onassis,Decay on displayI dont want to go downI dont want to go downI dont want to go down - like she didAnd I cant understand why somethingGoods got to die before we miss itMumbled talk throught pigeon parkAnd hastings is wasting awayReligiously they seem to sinBuy, sell or trade for amensI just dont want to feelI just dont want to feelI just dont want to feel - like they feelHollow body for sound, trade a coat forA gownWay up in my arms you knowI love you just a little bit moreRaisin nose down to chinSmoke after smoke they all trickle inAnything, for anything, and ending upWith nothingSimple pimpled young manSores all over his handsHes sleeping, not so silentlyIll mop the floors for you allIm a fly on the wallReally big and listeningBurned a hand of a friend of mineAnd bub I know that you could fly aMile highYou told me nothings ever gonna comeBetweenNothings ever gonna come betweenNothings ever gonna come betweenMy dumptruck and me
