Текст песни Blind Melon - Dumptruck
Blind Melon - Dumptruck слова песни
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