B7
New York City soothing my

Itchy, itchy month of May

Time has passed for Ms. Onassis

Decay on display


[Chorus]
B5        A     D
  I don't want to go down
B          A      D5   C5
   I don't want to go down
B5         A    D         B     A   C
   I don't want to go down like she did
B            A     D
   And I can't understand why
B      A                   B5   A  D5  B       A     C
   Something good's got to die,       before we miss it


[Verse 2]
B7
Mumbled talk through pigeon park

And Hastings is wasting away

Religiously, they seem to sin

Buy, sell or trade for amens


[Chorus]
B5        A     D
     I just don't want to feel
B         A        D5      C5
     I just don't want to feel
B5       A   D              B5      A    C5
    I just don't want to feel like they feel
B        A    D
  Hollow body for sound
B              A
   Trade my coat for a gown

[Bridge 1]
E   G                    A                                E  G
       You're now way up in my arms, you know I love you
        A                                      Em7
Just a little bit, little bit, little bit more

[Solo]
Em   D5  E5  D5  (x2)
Em7  Em7

[Verse 3]
B7
Raisin' nose down to chin

Smoke after smoke, they all trickle in

Anything for anything

And ending up with nothing

[Chorus]
B5      A    D
Simple, pimpled young man
B         A    D5   C5
Sores all over his hands
B5        A   D    B       A   C
   He's sleeping, not so silently
B             A     D
I'll mop the floors for you all
B             A               B   A  D5
    I'm that fly on the wall
B                A    C
Really big and listenin'

[Outro]
E          F#m                A     B5
Burned the hand of a friend of mine
          E                    F#m             A
And know, Bub, I know that you could fly a mile high
B5          E                    D             A
You told me nothing's ever gonna come between
                         B5
An' nothing's ever gonna come between
    E                    D             A
An' nothing's ever gonna come between
    B5
My dumptruck and me