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