Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dumptruck , by - Blind Melon. Song from the album Soup, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1994
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Dumptruck |
| 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 |