Текст песни Blind Melon - Dumptruck
Blind Melon - Dumptruck слова песни
New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of MayTime has passed for Ms. Onassis, decay on display I don`t want to go downI don`t want to go downI don`t want to go down - like she did And I can`t understand why somethinggood`s got to die before we miss it Mumbled talk through pigeon parkAnd Hastings is wasting awayreligiously they seem to sinBuy, sell or trade for amens I just don`t want to feelI just don`t want to feelI 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 knowI love you just a little bit more Raisin` nose down to chinSmoke after smoke they all trickle inAnything, for anything, and ending up with nothing Simple pimpled young manSores all over his handsHe`s sleeping, not so silently I`ll mop the floors for you allI`m a fly on the wallReally big and listening Burned a hand of a friend of mineAnd Bub I know that you could fly a mile highYou told me nothing`s ever gonna come betweenNothing`s ever gonna come betweenNothing`s ever gonna come between My dumptruck and me