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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