New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of May
Time has passed for Ms. 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 through 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