Before we miss it
Anythin', for anythin'
Burned a hand of a friend of mine
You told me nothing's ever gonna come between
Hollow body for sound
Now way up in my arms
And now Bub I know
That you could fly a mile high
And I can't understand why
Mumbled talk through Pigeon Park
I don't wanna go down like she did
I'm a fly on the wall
And Hastings is wasting away
Sores all over his hands
I just don't wanna feel like they feel
Decay on display
He's sleepin', not so silently
I just don't wanna feel
Something good's gotta die
And endin' up with nothin'
Really big and listenin'
Religiously they seem to sin
You know I love you just a little bit more
Smoke after smoke they all trickle in
Nothing's ever gonna come between
I don't wanna go down
Buy, sell or trade for amens
I just don't wanna feel
I'll mop the floors for you all
Trade my coat for a gown
Time has passed for Ms. Onassis
And nothing's ever gonna come between
Simple pimpled young man
Raisin' nose down to chin
I don't wanna go down
