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 still hear Whadya think I was an Playin' my temperature...
If I hear another song about If I see feather on the dumb-box I'm go to Babylon and get me some whiskey go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now... If I hear song about angels If I see feather on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me whiskey now
My name is and I know how you feel I downstairs I hear you taking out garbage I hear you your girlfriend I hear you yourself too I you flushing your toliet I hear you your thoughts off I mine off too The thing I hear is you And you don't sound nice and you don't right And you don't sound good and you sound right
My name is Lucille and I know how you I live I hear you taking out garbage I you loving your girlfriend I hear you yourself too I hear you turning your off Oh, I hear you turning your off And it quiet...
daughter woke up in the morning Heard the ring 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 Pavlov's 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 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 song angels If I see another feather on the I'm go to Babylon and get me some whiskey Gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey now... If I another song about angels If I see another feather on the I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some now
My name is and I know how you feel I downstairs I hear you taking out your I you loving your girlfriend I hear you loving too I hear you your thoughts off I hear you your thoughts off And 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 sound good and you don't right
My name is Lucille and I know how you I downstairs I hear you taking out garbage I you loving your girlfriend I hear you yourself too I hear you turning your off I you turning your thoughts off It quiet...
As quiet as an ambulance out the neighborhood, Waiting for the to slip and that final blow, But nothing happens, a cruel joke As as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest, As ironic as a tape parade over my head, As ironic as a tape parade over my head Going stream... To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...