Something good's gotta die

I just don't wanna feel
I don't wanna go down
Burned a hand of a friend of mine

And now Bub I know
And Hastings is wasting away
Smoke after smoke they all trickle in
Religiously they seem to sin
Mumbled talk through Pigeon Park
Really big and listenin'

And endin' up with nothin'
And I can't understand why
Now way up in my arms
Buy, sell or trade for amens
Before we miss it

Sores all over his hands
I just don't wanna feel like they feel
I don't wanna go down
He's sleepin', not so silently
Hollow body for sound
I'll mop the floors for you all
You know I love you just a little bit more

My dump truck and me
That you could fly a mile high

Decay on display
And nothing's ever gonna come between

Simple pimpled young man

Raisin' nose down to chin

I'm a fly on the wall
You told me nothing's ever gonna come between
I just don't wanna feel
Anythin', for anythin'
Trade my coat for a gown
Nothing's ever gonna come between
I don't wanna go down like she did
Time has passed for Ms. Onassis