Dumptruck Lyrics - Soup - Blind Melon

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