The diggers getting stuck in the machine getting slim, slimmer I hear them say my Regin-ah, regin-ah,
Yes I'm putting the to my ear And I still hear think I was an amateur Playin' my temperature...
If I another song about angels If I see another on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now... If I hear another song angels If I see feather on the dumb-box I'm go to Babylon and get me some whiskey Oh get me whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now
My is Lucille and I know how you feel I live I hear you taking out garbage I hear you loving girlfriend I hear you yourself too I hear you your toliet I you turning your thoughts off I mine off too The only I hear is you And you don't nice and you don't sound right And you don't good and you don't sound right
My is Lucille and I know how you feel I live I you taking out your garbage I hear you your girlfriend I hear you yourself too I you turning your thoughts off Oh, I hear you turning thoughts off And it quiet...
Pavlov's daughter woke up in the Heard the bell And something deep inside of her her want to salivate So she lay drooling on her pillow So she lay there, the sun her skin, And, and...drooling on her Pavlov's And it was far away and hazy like a Not a dream, not a dream, But the ocean, not the ocean, But forever...
The grave diggers getting stuck in the getting slim, slimmer I hear say my name Regin-ah, regin-ah,
Yes I'm the boulder to my ear And I still can't think I was an amateur Playin' my temperature...
If I hear another about angels If I see feather on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey Gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey now... If I hear song about angels If I see another feather on the I'm gonna go to and get me some whiskey Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some now
My name is Lucille and I how you feel I live I hear you taking out your I hear you your girlfriend I hear you loving too I hear you turning your off I hear you turning thoughts off And I mine off too The only thing I is you And you don't sound nice and you sound right And you don't sound good and you don't right
My name is and I know how you feel I live I you taking out your garbage I hear you loving your I hear you loving too I you turning your thoughts off I hear you your thoughts off It quiet...
As quiet as an checking out the neighborhood, for the blade to slip and that final blow, But nothing happens, it's a cruel As ironic as a ticker tape parade the rain forest, As ironic as a tape parade over my head, As ironic as a ticker tape parade my head Going stream... To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...