The grave diggers stuck in the machine Picking getting slim, I them say my name Regin-ah, regin-ah,
Yes I'm the boulder to my ear And I can't hear Whadya I was an amateur Playin' my temperature...
If I hear another about angels If I see another feather on the I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some Gonna go to Babylon and get me some now... If I hear song about angels If I see another on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some Oh get me some whiskey, get me whisky, get me some whiskey now
My name is Lucille and I know how you I live I hear you taking out garbage I hear you your girlfriend I hear you loving too I hear you flushing your I hear you turning your off I turn off too The only thing I is you And you don't sound and you don't sound right And you don't sound good and you sound right
My name is Lucille and I how you feel I live I hear you out your garbage I hear you loving girlfriend I you loving yourself too I you turning your thoughts off Oh, I hear you turning your off And it quiet...
Pavlov's daughter up in the morning Heard the bell And something deep inside of her made her to salivate So she lay there on her pillow So she lay there, the sun her skin, And, and...drooling on her daughter And it was far away and like a dream Not a dream, not a dream, But the ocean, not the ocean, But forever...
The diggers getting stuck in the machine Picking getting slim, I hear say my name Regin-ah, regin-ah,
Yes I'm the boulder to my ear And I can't hear think I was an amateur Playin' my temperature...
If I hear another about angels If I see another feather on the I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey Gonna go to Babylon and get me some now... If I hear song about angels If I see another on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some now
My name is and I know how you feel I live I you taking out your garbage I hear you your girlfriend I you loving yourself too I hear you turning your off I you turning your thoughts off And I turn off too The only thing I is you And you don't sound nice and you don't right And you don't good and you don't sound right
My is Lucille and I know how you feel I downstairs I hear you out your garbage I you loving your girlfriend I hear you loving too I hear you turning thoughts off I hear you turning your off It quiet...
As as an ambulance 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 ticker tape over my head, As ironic as a tape parade over my head Going stream... To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...