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The grave diggers getting in the machine
Picking slim, slimmer
I them 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 another song about angels
If I see another on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
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 whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me whiskey now

My name is Lucille and I know how you
I downstairs
I you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I you flushing your toliet
I you turning your thoughts off
I mine off too
The only I hear is you
And you don't sound nice and you sound right
And you sound good and you don't 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 hear you yourself too
I hear you your thoughts off
Oh, I hear you your thoughts off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's daughter up in the morning
Heard the ring
And something deep of her made 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 and hazy like a dream
Not a dream, not a dream,
But the ocean, not the ocean,
But forever...

The grave getting 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 still hear
Whadya I was an amateur
with my temperature...

If I another song about angels
If I see feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Gonna go to and get me some whiskey now...
If I another song about angels
If I see feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Oh get me whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now

My name is Lucille and I how you feel
I live
I hear you out your garbage
I hear you loving your
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 sound 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 out your garbage
I hear you loving your
I hear you yourself too
I hear you turning thoughts off
I hear you turning your off
It quiet...

As quiet as an checking out the neighborhood,
Waiting for the to slip and that final blow,
But nothing happens, it's a joke
As ironic as a ticker parade over the rain forest,
As ironic as a tape parade over my head,
As ironic as a ticker parade over my head
Going stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...